Polo and Finneh - Full Metal Panic RP

We know the plot.

Please post your character - mine will follow. We can just follow the base storyline of FMP. ^_^

Michelle-Anne Vaxham
Mich. Anything else, you get a broken nose.
17
Bright red/ginger, natural hair that's shoulder blade length. Bright green eyes, pale skin, curved figure. About 5'1".
Fiesty, fiery and sarcastic.

((Okay, I'm stealing the character entirely. XD I can't bring myself to change him. Haha!)

Name: Sagara Sousuke
Age: 17
Appearance: Link
Personality: VERY serious, all the time. Always tense. Always expecting the worst. Sees danger in everything, and never smiles - but he's brave, honest, loyal and VERY protective. :3

Sagara was on a new mission. He had just arrived at Jidai High School, and was left staring blankly as the tides of students washed toward the doors.
He couldn't help but think that any one of them might be some enemy soldier... That every schoolbag might conceal a gun, or a bomb. With stiff, nervous movements, Sagara made his way toward the school building. He had never attended school before - since he had been with the military since he was 8... This sort of mission was completely until any other. But it had to be done...
The girl, Michelle-Anne Vaxham, was unbelievably important... He had to protect her, at all costs.
Clenching his teeth in determination, Sagara closed his hand around the handle of the gun in his pocket, then pushed open the door to his homeroom class.
He was late, it seemed, as all the students were seated already - and they looked up curiously as he entered.
The teacher looked at him with a welcoming smile, then took his arm to lead him to the front of the class. Sagara tensed instantly, and without a second thought, whipped the gun out of the pocket and pointed it at the teacher's head. "Hands where I can see them!" He barked.
The teacher stared blankly at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. "Sagara, sweetie, you can't bring toys like this to school." She scolded, trying and failing to prise the gun from his fingers. Eventually she rolled her eyes, and told him to put it away - which he did, grudgingly. Then she turned to the class, nudging Sagara to do the same. He obeyed - stiffly.
"Class, I'd like you to meet Sagara Sousuke. He's our new transfer student from Japan."
Taking this as his introduction, Sagara stood to attention and saluted in a typical military fashion. Some of the students began giggling and whispering to each other, mocking him for being a military fanboy.
Sagara, having no idea what the whisperings were about, took a seat beside a ginger-haired girl at the teacher's order.
He knew who she was... She was the reason he was here.

((Sorry - bad quality. Tired and lazy. XD ))

The femme looked upon the new arrival with sharp, assessing eyes, drinking in his image and actions without giving mercy within her judgemental thoughts. With a soft giggle as he saluted, she soon became silent again, casting him a rare second glance.

Once the teacher's back was turned, Sagara glanced briefly at the cue cards that the captain had given him. They contained hints as to what he ought to say when he met this 'Michelle'. His blue-grey eyes darted hurriedly over them, then he slipped them into his pocket and turned stiffly to the girl - his expression hard and direct... And deadly seriously.
"Pleased to meet you." He greeted her. Then, realising he had mixed up the order, he hurriedly amended, "You're Michelle, right?"

"It's Mich" She spoke coldly, her eyes showing her anger at her full name, her fist clenched under the desk. Anyone else would be bleeding by now, but this dude was new...

"I apologise." Sagara replied, lowering his head slightly in apology. "I'll gladly accept the consequences for my mistake." He straightened and met Mich's angry gaze with hard, determined eyes. He had been trained not to crack even under torture... Whatever punishment she decided on, he could take it.

"Mmmm....kay? Freak" She spoke, her voice mocking him with the tone it used. She turned back to her work, writing her words with sure strokes that ended abruptly, a slight jagged edge to some of them. Somewhat a warning, if you read into that sort of stuff about hand writing telling things about a person.

Sagara's expression did not waver at the insult - but when Mich turned away from him, he followed suit - blinking in slight confusion. That had been strange... Then again, he had been warned that this mission would cause him to face things he had never faced before.
He turned to the blank page in front of him, wondering what he was supposed to be doing, and began writing randomly. He just had to blend in, right...?

Mich xontinued her work silently, everything racing through her mind. This new dude was weird, but in a very weird way. She found herself over thinking the new guy, and cursed herself for it.

At that moment, the bell rang to signal the end of class, and Sagara leaped to his feet.
What was that?! It could be a signal for an attack... The door, the windows, the ceiling - attackers could come in from anywhere! Hell, they might already be in the class.
Or maybe...
Without a second thought, he dived at Mich - tackling her to the ground and whipping out his gun, pointing it in every direction.
Some people were scared and began to run - others laughed, and others just looked angry - but none showed any intention of attacking...
Somewhat disgruntled at being wrong, Sagara slipped his gun back into his pocket and climbed off Mich, frowning in confusion.
There were so many opportunities for them to be attacked... Why had it not happened yet?

"Jeez you're special" She mumbled, rubbing the back of her head from where the ground had inflicted a wound. She scrambled to her feet, and grabbing the nearest heavy object, a stapler, before having great satisfaction as she threw it at the new dude. Not caring if it hit him or not, she walked out the class, now annoyed.

The stapler bounced off Sagara's head, and he winced, rubbing the bump it left there.
'Special'? What was that supposed to mean?
Shrugging off his confusion, he hurried after Mich. He had to keep her in sight at all times - this was of the utmost importance. As far as he knew, it was gym class next - though he was not sure exactly what that might entail.

Mich sighed softly, grabbing her gym stuff from her bag as she ducked into the changing room, hurridly switching clothes, tying her hair up. Track running, she remembered with a heavy sigh.

Sagara followed Mich wherever she went. Because, of course, if somebody was to attack - he had to be there to protect her. When he followed her into the changing room, however, he was greeted by a chorus of screams, and many of the girls started bellowing at him to get out. One even threw her shoe at him, but he caught it, then quickly checked it over to make sure it wasn't disguising a bomb.
"What happened?" Sagara demanded, whipping around to look behind him - searching for what had scared the girls. "Is there somebody in here? A bomb? A body?" He wheeled around again, facing the chorus of incoherent screams with a frown. "Would somebody just tell me what's going on?!"
Apparently, Sagara didn't notice that he was in a room full of half-naked girls.

"Yeah, you're here" Mich answered, walking over. "Get out, now" She spoke, her voice threatening

"Huh?" Sagara replied, frowning. "No, I have to make sure that there's nothing dangerous..." He trailed off, eyes darting around the room, while the girls continued to scream and throw things whilst desperately trying to cover themselves up.
Sagara hurried around the room, quickly taking note of any place that somebody could be hiding, or somewhere a bomb might have been planted. He even checked for hidden cameras - but much to his surprise... He found absolutely nothing.

"You're a dude, in a girl's changing room" Mich spoke, grasping his shoulders, before dragging him out the room. Small but mighty... She stared at him once outside. "Look, I don't know who you are, but seriously, you can't do that"

"I just did..." Sagara replied with some confusion. "Right now." He gestured back toward the changing room, watching Mich with vague concern. Was she crazy? Had somebody addled with her brain? He sure hoped not...

"It's a changing room, full of half naked girls who don't appreciate perverts like you" She spoke simply, before walking back in the changing room