Twitter Beef

Hisa wasn't owned! She wasn't!

There had to be some sort of line she could use to turn things around and utterly BTFO this guy! Just a little something she could say to shift public opinion a little...? She wracked her mind, wishing her PR training would kick in already.

Slowly, a memory emerged. A special class 1-F had been given after Bad Touch had started some shit with the support students.

Rather than Skycarver running this homeroom period, Majestic was the one standing in front of the juryrigged whiteboard. He looked around the bathrooms, nose twitching. A brief look of disgust flickered across his face, and then he began to talk.

"I'll be blunt. I've been told to solve this class's bigotry issue." He looked at a couple of students pointedly. "Here at Shiketsu, any sort of -ism won't be tolerated, unless that's heroism. I won't tell you how to live your life, but if you want to survive as public figures, as heroes, you need to know what you can and can't say."

He held up a few sheets of paper. "Here, I have a list with all of the major slurs for mutants and other minorities. Everything from the minor to stuff that will get you jumped in the streets. Speaking any of this aloud is career-ending, and might get you expelled, so make sure you remember these and don't say them. I'll give you the pronunciations and definitions, so you won't be making any mistakes." With that, Majestic grabbed a piece of chalk, and started working through the list.

It was pretty impressive how he didn't need to look at his notes a single time throughout the whole period.

Yes, that was it! Finally, she came up with the perfect response. A post so rock-solid, so unbeatable, everybody would be forced to agree she totally won the argument. Hisa started tapping it out, letter by letter.

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"Why the long face?"

"My alt account got banned for racism."

"What were you doing?"

"Being racist."

"Oh."