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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 16, 2008 16:18:47 GMT -8
It was lunch again. Delilah had parted with her boyfriend, Rem and her new roomate Arim to come to the roof. She sat on her hanches on the eastern ledge, the wind twitching her ebony locks. Whenever there was a particularily strong gust, her mid-back length hair fanned out behind her, the twin streaks of red in the back reminisceint of the wings of Delilah's favourite bird. Deep thought creased her brow, her pale blue eyes far away with the complex issue she was turning over in her mind.
Rem had joined a gang, to keep his little sister, Emily, as safe as possible, or so he had explained. She remembered what the 'monster' had done to him...all those wounds and scars...she didn't want the same thing to happen twice, much less for the cause of something he didn't adhere too. Suffering for a persons' benefit was beyond Delilah's comprehension. If you're going to suffer, she thought, do it because you know its the right thing to do. Delilah never took chances like that. Nor did she give them.
What she needed now were answers. Saint, as far as she knew, was the student body presidentand lived up to his name. She hadn't been around long enough to know everyone personally, but there's a first time for everything. If I need answers She thought, brushing windswept hair out of her eyes, It's best to talk to someone who will give me a straight one. Though, if the president knew nothing of the situation, she'd have to go the to school Captain. She might have to anyway.
For the meantime, though, Delilah would simply wait on the roof, hoping Saint had stopped by his locker and noticed the cruide note she'd left taped inside (for a mechanic, it was incredibly easy to jimmy open the locker and put it back without so much as a hairs disturbance) and had decided to come. It wasn't her only option, but it was the optimal one.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2008 12:36:28 GMT -8
With a casual stride Saint made his way up the stairs toward the roof of the school all the while contemplating who and what was waiting for his arrival. What had most caught his attention was the fact the note summoning him to his meeting was in his locker and not simply taped to it. Of course the manner of the message was of little concern, when summoned Saint would show to speak with whosoever wished it. He climbed the final few steps and made his way through the door onto the roof, a gust of wind causing his large white coat to billow.
Vivid green eyes turned skyward for a moment, taking in what the day had to offer before scanning the surroundings and locating a young woman sitting at the roof’s edge apparently deep in thought over some matter. The soles of his shoes made a dull thudding sound as he strode across to where she was sitting, trying not to disturb her too much while informing her of his presence. Quietly Saint took a seat beside her but kept his gaze outward while a polite an gentle demeanor graced his features. After a moment he spoke with a kind tone of voice, mentally noting his movements of the people below and even further in the distance.
“Nice day, isn’t it?”
So many people at 259 seemed determined to get to the point so often, especially when called somewhere by another student… Saint was different. The niceties of idle chit-chat were not lost on him, talking about any little thing that held no real consequence was relaxing and refreshing. A lighter mood was good for someone who had something heavy to get off their chest, which he figured was the case. It was rare someone would seek out the student body president when that wasn’t the case.
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 18, 2008 22:05:18 GMT -8
Yahto had a strange feeling about this. Finding a mysterious note inside of his locker was strange on its own, especially since it hadn't looked like it had been broken into. But finding that the note was from Delilah of all people was just bizarre. After all, Yahto was sure that she wasn't really too fond of him since he last checked, yet the note clearly said she was asking him to meet her on the roof of the school. Something about this just didn't sit right with him, but he also knew that the only way to find out for sure was go actually go there. As he walked up the flight of stairs towards the school's roof, one of his hands instinctively reached up towards the amulet his grandfather had given him, a single wolf fang that hung from a silver chain. His fingers lightly fidgeted with the porcelin tip out of habit, something he always did when he had a lot on his mind. "What're you planning, Delilah?" he muttered to himself as he approached the door leading to the outside.
Yahto could still hear warning bells going off in his head as he finally stepped onto the school's roof, only to find Delilah and another person already there. He recognized the other as being the Student Body President, although the reason for why he might've been here still eluded him. From what he knew, the older teen called himself Saint and was well-known throughout the school for his kind and generous nature. "There's no way someone like him would be involved in a dirty trap." Yahto thought to himself, a small breeze making his loose ponytail sway in the wind. He might've still had his doubts about Delilah, but Saint was another story.
Satisfied that he hadn't been tricked, the boy let his hand drop to his side and made his way towards the pair. A warm breeze blew by and lifted the ends of his ponytail and sent the loose bangs framing his to swaying calmly, even as his shoes announced his presence against the grey cement beneath him. Quietly, Yahto took a seat beside Saint and glanced at him and Delilah with a curious yet wary expression. He knew that something was heavy was up and that it also somehow involved him, or else Delilah would've never bothered with sticking a note in his locker. Now he was just interested in seeing how this would all play out. "So... What's up?" he asked the pair, his legs shifting to Indian Style beneath him.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 19, 2008 12:47:39 GMT -8
Delilah removed herself from her thoughts as the door to the school opened. Saints footsteps were purposefully louod. How thoughtful... she thought sincerely. It was hard to find people like that in today's world, especially in 259. Her lips curved subtely at the casual greeting. "Gorgeous," She replied lightly, still staring out at the school grounds. "I haven't seen weather this nice since I was in the Mediterranean."
She didn't glance up at Yahto's arrival either, only nodded his acknowledgement. In his own respect, he was right; she wouldn't have called him here if it weren't needed. "I heard you got out of the hospital from a fight with 'Unfettered' not that long ago? He's a tricky opponent. Kudos to you."
Exhaling deeply, Delilah turned her head to face the two boys she'd asked to join her, though her eyes were on Saint. "I don't mean to be abrupt," -irony~-, "But you wouldn't, by any chance, have any inkling of any gang activity starting here?" After waiting for the response, she continued with her reasoning. "According to what I've heard, a student has called war on the school captain. A gang is forming, and they're looking for recruits. I want to know if you might have any ideas as to what happened to make something like this happen? I've been gone for a while myself, so..." she trailed off vaguely, looking as solemn and thoughtful as she had before. It wasn't often Delilah was as serious as she was, but when people she cared for were getting involved in something as pointless as this sounded, there were bound to be fireworks.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2008 8:41:12 GMT -8
Saint smiled brightly at the response, he often wished for the opportunity to send some time in the Mediterranean but his mother’s work how never allowed it and now that he was alone money was tight. A wishing gaze focused on the far horizon reigned back only slightly by the mental noting to go see his mother’s grave this weekend. Funny how certain thoughts could go hand in hand with others.
Of course a look of confusion came over him at the mention of a fight with… ‘Unfettered’?… the only fight he’d had leading to the hospital was… Jonathon. That must be who she meant. But the mention of the fight struck all glimmers of a positive outlook from his face. Ironically it wasn’t because he lost the confrontation, he was actually quite glad he did, but because he had lost control. None, not even Saint himself, knew what could have happened had Jonathon lost that fight. A meager smirk formed as he nodded to the offered kudos, it wasn’t something he necessarily wanted. Anyway it seemed that fight wasn’t going to be the point of discussion, which was a relief to the pillar for obvious reasons.
"I don't mean to be abrupt, but you wouldn't, by any chance, have any inkling of any gang activity starting here?"
“… Many gangs have formed and faded away around this school with not much ado but anything. Someone always starts one in the hopes of using the system to gain support and then use that to achieve their own selfish goals with no care to the greater consequences…”
"According to what I've heard, a student has called war on the school captain. A gang is forming, and they're looking for recruits. I want to know if you might have any ideas as to what happened to make something like this happen? I've been gone for a while myself, so..."
“It is quite difficult to keep up with everything that can change in this place when you take a leave of absence, isn’t it? At least your absence does not cause parts of the student body to build a resentment toward you when you are gone… heh.”
Saint feigned a smile as he half-joked about the matter to start. But it was true, during the God attacks Saint had disappeared for personal reasons and none liked the idea of a pillar disappearing while the school was attacked. Before continuing, the pillar took a moment to collect his thoughts while taking a deep breath. He figured Jonathon, Unfettered, was the student at war with the captain based on their discussion under the tree but he had thought it was merely between the two individuals and only them… guess not.
“There are a great deal of people who would declare war on the captain promising change or just chaos, but all only want power for themselves. The captain’s title is one that carries a weight. So many people will follow a captain without even thinking about what they are truly doing, like blind sheep following the nearest Shepard. Some might declare war because of the abuses in the system against students, or at least claim to, others because the captain is weak in their minds, or… and in the worst case… just because they can or want to. It could even be because they don’t like Mitsuki… unlikely but possible. She does have a tendency of seeming rather cold and distant but she is really a sweet girl.”
Tilting his head back and turning green eyes skyward, young Zachariah paused his speech to let that all sink in. He had his own question formed from the girl’s body language. She wasn’t interested because she was planning to get involved… of that he was certain. After a few moments Saint made his curiosity known.
“So who is it you are worried about?”
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 22, 2008 11:29:06 GMT -8
Delilah nodded as she listened, not speaking until he finished. His words adhered with what Emily had explained to her. She knew that Saint wasn’t hiding anything from her, but he wasn’t telling her absolutely everything. That was fine; everyone was entitled to their privacy. ”Sheep sounds like the proper term…” she said bitterly, though it wasn’t directed at any one present. She found the whole thing in poor taste. Some things, even those Delilah considered important, didn’t always have to be met with violence. ”Then…what could the school Captain have done to upset so many people? I know the enforcers play a large factor in the general unrest, but there must be something more…I dunno, personal between ‘Unfettered’ and her?” she shrugged. ”It’s probably not my place to ask that sort of thing, but I just want to know how this started. It’s probably nothing trivial, given what you’ve told me about the Captain and what I know from my time working with ‘Unfettered’…I guess you know him as Jonathan?” she shrugged. It wasn’t that important. ”Anyway, from what I’ve gleaned from them both, I’d assume that this matter is nothing trivial…it’d be so much easier if one were omnipresent.” she chuckled dryly.
The raven haired mechanic smiled, though it did not touch her eyes. Who indeed? She was silent for a moment as she pondered that. She was, of course, worried about her boyfriend, who was only involved to protect his sister…but other people came to mind as well. The whole slough of those who could be affected by this brought a whole new range of thought to mind. Delilah was quiet for a few minutes more, before speaking. ”The innocent,” she said quietly, but with finality and firmness. ”The people who side with neither that will come to harm, who have friends or family involved with this ‘war’, who look at 259 as a home or sanctuary. No one will give them reprieve, from either side, and so many will get hurt.” the whole time she spoke, Delilah’s eyes were not on Zachariah’s, but on Yahto’s. ”That’s the only way I’m going to fight in this; to make sure what remains of the sanctity of this place and the neutral people in it remain in tact.”
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 22, 2008 18:21:44 GMT -8
Now Yahto was beginning to understand what this was all about. He hadn't been at #259 long enough to have known all of the different gangs that attended here or their motives, but the recent chaos that had been raging throughout the school not too long ago was not lost on him. This wasn't the first time he'd been around gang violence, but it was never on such a grand scale before. His brow creased in thought as he considered Delilah's words. "The Enforcers, huh? So that's what they're called. More like a band of dumbasses, if you ask me." Yahto very much disliked gangs. In his mind, gangs were nothing more than an easy way for people to feel more powerful than they actually were. It was one of the few things that annoyed Yahto to no end and it was also one of the things that he chose to rarely become personally involved in. "Let the idiots prance around and pound their chests." That was usually the only sentiment he had about gangs and the people who participated in them.
But now it seemed that may no longer be an option. "Crud." Yahto thought to himself. His gaze flickered between Saint and Delilah before he turned his face away to look out over the city. In a way, the sight of everything from this vantage point was a soothing sight for the boy, but only a small one. Without turning back to the pair, Yahto directed his next question to Delilah. "Well, that's very interesting. I had been wondering about what to call those fools messing up the school. But what does that have to do with me? I'm just a new kid no one knows about yet." Yahto could understand why Saint had been summoned to this spot, but Yahto was still a little hazy on why Delilah had called him here. Saint was an influential figure within the school's hierarchy, but Yahto was still just a nobody. A nobody who wanted nothing to do with gangs.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2008 13:09:18 GMT -8
Saint listened intently to everything both parties beside him had to say. He’d like to think, believe that Delilah was right and that this war was started by nothing trivial but the sad state of things made him unsure. The only ones who could truly say for sure were the two head figures, Jonathon and Mitsuki themselves. Alas neither was present to explain everything to satisfactory point… and even so neither seemed the type to spill out any details on any matter of importance for fear the other would gain knowledge of it.
After a moment Saint stood up and took a few steps back, oddly he wasn’t actually stiff and if asked why he arose his only possible response would be a shrug. It was not a conscious decision but subconscious one. Due to his past, deep down Saint had a dislike of having anyone behind him or being surrounded… a deep seeded type of paranoia if you will, one totally out of his control and having nothing to do with the people involved. Back to matters at hand he was glad at the young woman’s response on who she was concerned about, it essentially put them on the same side in this matter. Of course, Saint began to wonder if Jonathon had read his response properly when the man asked the pillar to join him. The student body president was going to do what he thought a good leader should do any protect the student body against any harm no matter who or what… if Winters read into the subtext properly… that meant even the very person who had appointed him his job. Obviously he hoped it would never come to that and believed it never would.
“I could be wrong but I’d surmise that she is asking for your help.”
Zachariah said while turning back toward the other two students. It was a logical conclusion if Delilah was going to put up some sort of front to protect those who wished to stay completely out of everything. Honestly he hoped they would, as cowardly as it might be Saint wanted no part of it. He didn’t think of himself as much of a fighter to begin with and the possibility that he’d lose control again always loomed.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 24, 2008 8:07:44 GMT -8
Delilah smiled wearily and nodded at Saints’ conclusion. ”More or less,” she replied evasively. Delilah didn’t like to admit she needed help in any matter; more often than not, she did the big jobs by herself. This, however, was too big of a job to handle by herself. She could tell by Zachariah’s facial expression that he was thinking about this as well, and felt substantial relief. She turned her eyes to Yahto. ”That’s the thing; you’re new, no one really knows you yet. Right now, you’re the perfect target for recruitment from either side, because you have no predetermined side. Just by looking at you I can tell you’re an experienced fighter; it’s in your stance, your attitude, your scars. If I noticed that, don’t you think the higher ‘powers’ would have noticed that too?”
The mechanic ran a restless hand through her hair, and as she brought her hand back down, rubbed the tattoo on her wrist. She was looking at Yahto with the utmost serious expression. This needed to be dealt with. ”And I know for a fact that some of the people who are either directly or indirectly related to this school who are involved with this so called ‘war’, would do anything to recruit someone of your skill level. And I do mean anything, including…” Here, Delilah exhaled deeply. This was probably what she feared most. ”Taking what you hold most dear. It could absolutely be a material thing…or it could be another person.” She was silent for a moment as another breeze moved over the rooftop, twitching her long, dark hair so that it fanned out behind her, looking, for a moment, like a pair of wings. She ran a hand over the back of her neck, feeling the scars towards the back of her throat. Delilah couldn’t let this happen again. ”Basically, you were called here to be warned.” She told him gravely. ”Someone telling you there’s a ‘war coming’ isn’t anywhere near enough to prepare for one. This isn’t even a war; this is a grudge match…anyway, now you know what to expect. If I can prod your mind into thinking about the current state of affairs, maybe you can prevent innocent people from falling victim to this as well, right? And who do you and I know that would be way up there on the list, based on her intelligence?” She shook her head and heaved a sigh. ”She could be collateral for you. And if she got hurt in all this? What then?" She shrugged lazily, though the stoniness remained in her pale blue eyes. “I can’t choose your side, but maybe I can influence your choice. And that brings us to the reason I called you both here.” She knitted her hands together and pointed both her index fingers at the two she had called up here. ”We need to talk with ‘Unfettered’ and Mitsuki. Not at the same time, of course,” THAT wouldn’t work too well, ”but to get enough information so we understand what’s going on. Depending on the information we get, we might be able to prevent this or knock it down a few notches at the least…or, we could make it eighty times worse. However…given the circumstances, I think we should give it a shot. The question is…are either of you up for it?”
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 26, 2008 18:20:17 GMT -8
All in all, Yahto was beginning to really not like what Delilah had to say. The boy's frown just seemed to grow larger and larger the more Delilah explained about the coming clash between this "Unfettered" person and Mitsuki, whoever the Devil she was. Yahto didn't have a clue as to what could've started a conflict like this or why it was being fought in the first place. What he did know, however, was that he didn't want to have anything to do with it.
Heaving an irritated sigh and feeling like his time had been wasted, Yahto stood up from his seat and took a moment to gaze out over the bustling city below. "Look, Delilah... I didn't come here to this school just to get involved in some petty grudge match between two people I've never heard of until now. Nor did I come to get involved in gang wars in general. If anyone comes for me, I'll give them the same answer I just told you." he said to her before turning a cold glare in her direction. The words he spoke next held a scathing annoyance that one wouldn't expect to find in someone who acted so relaxed all the time, but it was definitely there."And I really don't appreciate it when people mince words when they have something important to say. I know for a fact you didn't just call me up here to warn me about anything. And telling me about some "person with a high intelligence" is just irritating. You called me up here, so either you give me a straight answer and stop wasting my time or I'm walking." The fact was that Yahto had a very good idea of who Delilah was talking about, but the fact that she hadn't come out and told him from the start of it just made him angry. He hated it when people didn't come out and say what was on their minds, especially when it was something important. If it was really so important, they should know better than to waste time being vague.
Turning away from the roof's edge, Yahto stuck his hands in his pockets and started to head back for the door that would take him back inside the school. The sound of a crow cawing over the wind played in the boy's ears and seemed to lend an ominous atmosphere to this meeting. When he was about five steps away from the dark-haired girl, he turned to glance at her over his shoulder with an icey stare. "Well? So what is it?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2008 12:37:07 GMT -8
Quietly Saint listened and watched the exchange of words between the two other students. It became apparent that the male was displeased with the words being said and soon made that displeasure well known. The pillar gave a slight shake of his head with his own heavy sigh. Yet another person who was only interested in doing the things that profited them. First Jonathon, which he’d been able to tolerate to an extent during their discussion due to the fact Saint owned him for the assistance to the health facility and because the boy had prettied up his words, and now this one… to which neither restraint was applicable. Truly selfishness was one of the traits he disliked more than others and the recent showings, present company included were starting to wear thin on him. The pillar was not one to say harsh words often, but there were exceptions.
“You are naïve to think this is a mere grudge match. Soon enough people will be picking sides, mostly for their own reasons and it won’t be long before the two sides are going after each other with no care to the consequences or collateral damage. But I think you should go.”
Saint tilted his gaze toward the ready to depart student. Well aware he didn’t know the whole story and their was something underneath everything the two said, which both knew of and he did not. However he’d seen and heard enough.
“If all you care about is yourself and your own time, then leave because such a selfish person would be completely useless. After all such a person can be counted on for only one thing and that is to do whatever is best in their own self-interest. You can only care for yourself and that is all you’ll ever have… a speck of dust in and infinite void… alone.”
Granted the pillar could have remained quiet and let things play out but he had no interest in doing such a thing. He thought of the possible repercussions of his words; the boy would be offended, or maybe not, and simply leave, he’d become angered by Saint’s words and either retort with words or fists. Thought he couldn’t be sure of the boy’s reaction he was sure that Delilah was not going to be pleased with what Saint had said.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Apr 28, 2008 14:23:55 GMT -8
"This is bigger than that!" Delilah snapped, losing control of her temper briefly. "I call it a grudge match for one reason alone; people die in wars. I'd better not have to call it anything more than a 'grudge match." She clenched her jaw and forced her temper back down, seething quietly for a moment before speaking in a soft husky voice. "Don't you dare assume something about a person you know next to nothing about. I did call you up to warn you. Not once, not for a second, did I think I could glean even a lick of your assistance. And, foolishly," Delilah sneered at herself. "I thought I'd give it a shot. You need to know what's going on, or you'll end up on a pile of unclaimed bodies. And don't give me that cocky bull-shit. 'I won't get involved, I'm not involved in that kinda stuff, it won't happen to me...honestly, the sheer ignorance of some people!" Delilah leaned forwards, meeting Yahto's gaze with fire instead of ice in her gaze.
"This is tantamount to war. You might not have a choice. I have to mince my words or--" she cut herself off for a second, then pushed herself off the ledge and onto the platform on the roof, pulling back a sheaf of long, black hair. "Do you see these?" she hissed. On the side of her neck were four black and purple bulges, each a stark contrast to the porceilin white. The skin was lifted up slightly, as if something had been digging underneath the skin. She strode forwards slowly. "These are from 'not getting involved'. Not because of that, but because I didn't know what I was getting into. I chose my words like I did because the situation for me was helluva lot different than it will be for you. " She dropped her hair back and turned away fro the half-asian, half-native boy and walked back towards Zachariah. "Saint's right. Go. Live in your pathetic ignorance...for now. It won't come to you as a surprise when people start dying. I apologize for wasting your time."
OOC: Edited for colour scheme O.o
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Post by Yahto Fang on Apr 29, 2008 23:35:04 GMT -8
If Yahto wasn't getting so pissed off, he could've easily laughed about how ridiculous this situation was. He could already feel his eyebrow twitching when he whirled around where he stood and eyed the two other students with a coldness that could've made a glacier shiver. He first turned his attention to the pillar Saint and then regarded him with a smirk that almost made him seem amused. "That's has got to be the most corny and lame thing anyone has ever said to me. Congratulations. Did you make that up or is that something you heard in your Sunday School class?" If there was one thing that Yahto hated more than anything, it was people that looked down on him for not conforming to their views. Based on what he heard, he hadn't thought that Saint would be like that. But then, everyone was wrong at least a little bit of the time.
With that, the boy fixed his glare to Delilah and the smirk vanished off his face instantly. He noted the "battle scars" Delilah had shown him, but that was about as far as he would go acknowledging them. It wasn't a mystery that Yahto had seen others like them, some of them even worse than the ones she had just displayed. It would take more than a couple of bruises to shake him. However, it seemed the more the girl talked, the more pissed off Yahto became and soon that eyebrow had ceased to twitch altogether. It wasn't rage that burned in his eyes, no not even close. It was a silent seething disappointment about how people could be so stupid and then get angry when someone else points it out. Again, Yahto could've laughed if he wasn't so peeved. "Let me explain something to you, you stupid cow." Yahto began, his body relaxing while he stuffed his fists into his two front pockets. It wasn't often that the boy resorted to using language like that, but special cases like this required special tactics to get their attention. If they didn't like, then that was too damn bad. Yahto felt that they first needed to get their heads out of their asses so they could hear him properly. "I haven't even been here a week. I know nothing of the inner workings of this school's hierarchy, nor the way things are done around here, nor who most of this school's leaders even are... Again, I never even heard of this "Unfettered" jackass or this Mitsuki person until just now and I still don't know anything about them. And yet here you are asking me to put my body and possibly my life on the line by giving me a long winded, vague, and honestly shitty explanation about "people getting hurt" when, quite honestly, ninety percent of the people in this school should be strong enough to defend themselves in the first place. I have yet to meet anyone that doesn't look like they can't."
Yahto paused a moment to let his words sink in. Talking like this wasn't his favorite way of communicating, but sometimes it had to be done. In Delilah's case, it probably had to be done more often than most. He mulled that thought over as he chose his next words carefully, his gaze never leaving the girl's. "You said that you have to mince words because your situation is different than mine. Well, I don't give a damn about that. If you want my help, you're going to have to be a lot more specific about what I'm getting into and what the HELL is actually going on. It's just like you said before. You got hurt because you didn't know what you were getting into. You have no right to get pissed off at me for being more cautious and for waiting until I do know what I'm getting into. And for fuck's sake... Telling me about a "person with high intelligence" that might be targeted doesn't tell me anything at all! You've been here longer than me. I don't know everyone that you know." An annoyed "Tch." sound was the last thing to leave Yahto's lips before he turned around and started walking for the day that he had earlier come through. By now, he was so pissed off he couldn't go a few paces without shaking his head and muttering a few more curses under his breath.
But again, just when he was about halfway between the pair and the door, Yahto stopped and regarded the two with another icey glare. "You call it selfishness for wanting to stay out of something I know nothing about. I call it self-preservation and being smart. Not everyone gets off on playing the martyr, ya know." With that, Yahto turned away and rolled his eyes towards the sky, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips as he strolled towards the door.
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“Self-preservation and selfishness are one and the same the key operative word in both being ‘self‘… but do you really think we know everything about what is going on hear? Do we have eight thousand sets of eyes and ears all over the school? No… we’ve told you everything we know, or have you not been paying attention? As mentioned Jonathon, or Unfettered, is starting a gang… and starting a war with Mitsuki. Honestly, I find it impossible for you to know of me without knowing who she is considering she’s my boss, in a manner of speaking. She is the captain of this school. Why this war is starting… I do not, nor will I pretend to, know but it is. Unfettered isn’t going to tell anyone why, unless he trusts them not to tell anyone either, and I have yet to be able to speak with Mitsuki.”
Saint’s tone and expression were completely flat, blank, hiding the fact that he was humored by how intelligent Yahto seemed to think he was and had seemingly missed that every fact that they knew had been imparted. He would have figured the boy would be able to decipher that Mitsuki was captain, if he hadn’t already known. More people in this school knew who she was than who Saint was, after all she was top dog to coin a phrase. As far as the Sunday school comment, Saint ignored it because any retort to it would be pointless. He needn’t tell them he hadn’t attended Sunday school because he was in an insane asylum, it wasn’t for them or anyone else to know. And Yahto could shoot them all the cold glances he liked, Saint had much more disturbed thing repressed deep inside his own mind. Of course there was one thing that bothered the pillar…
“No matter what you’ve seen, this is a public school and not everyone is a fighter. There are many students who focus on their academics in hopes of getting into a good college. Students who can’t go to another school because they are in this school’s district and can’t afford to go elsewhere.”
This time Saint seemed to cut himself short, mostly because he decided not to chide the boy based on his last few words. Since Yahto was into ‘self preservation and being smart’, obviously the boy never got into fist fights at all as that would be putting himself in harm’s way… and being smart meant that everything Saint had re-pointed out was already know to him. Standing his hands resting easily in the pockets of his large white coat, Saint took a deep breath while deciding to ignore the martyr comment. He would rather be able to sit and read his books in peace without having to worry about any violence in this school but it was a pipe dream at best.
“The only thing that you haven’t been told is whoever this young lady is referring to and seems to think you should know already. I don’t know who it is and honestly there are probably things that Delilah is hiding from me, but I’m not going to inquire because if it was important I’m sure she would tell me. Anyway as I said, you’ve been informed of what we know… there’s the door.”
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 1, 2008 13:06:32 GMT -8
Delilah paused in her tracks as Yahto began his tirade, tilting her head to the side as she listened, nodding every so often as he spoke. The raven haired mechanic no longer appeared angry…instead, she looked happy….even proud and slightly amused. By the time Yahto had turned back to the door, Delilah was grinning broadly, her shoulders rising and falling with silent laughter. She whipped around, her hands forming a gun shape with her thumbs and index fingers and winking. ”You fell for it~” She chimed, sticking her hands up to her forearms into her pockets. Delilah leaned her upper half backwards as she stretched, before bringing herself back up, looking rather pleased with herself. ”That, m’dear, was a test. A test to see what ‘side’ you’d join. You proved to me two very important key factors,” she held up two willowy fingers. ”One; You refused to do something because you don’t have all the information. That’s good to know, it shows that you’re thoughtful and consider things logically. You won’t jump into something blind. Two;” She put down her middle finger. ”The last thing you said, ‘not everyone gets off on being a martyr’, that was the kicker. You misunderstood what I said, but that’s neither here nor there. What you said is that our aim,” Delilah gestured to Saint and herself, ”was to play the hero and stop all this at any cost, dying if we need to, blah, blah. That’s good too. You recognize that to hold yourself, not above others, but in the same category as others, is important.”
She turned to Saint, ”Not to say that you weren’t right. Self-preservation in itself is selfish, but necessary at times. If you, Yahto, or I die or get injured, who’s going to protect the people who can’t help themselves?” she shrugged apologetically and turned back to Yahto, though she still spoke to Zachariah. ”Everything else you said was entirely true as well. We don’t know everything, but what we do know is enough to try and stop this before a conflict can come to a head…but before we can do that, we need more information. I didn’t try and trick you, Saint, because I know far more about you than you know of me….at least, I think so. Considering I needed you for information, and based on that, I may or may not have been able to get your support. I’m glad I do…or, at least, I hope I still do.”
She sat on her haunches suddenly, drawing in the dirt on the roof. ”The more you know, the better protected you are and the better you can protect the others around you…and yes, I meant Arim, but not just her. It could be her at gunpoint (so to speak), it could be me, it could be Zach…it could be a child, it could be a teacher, it could be anyone. In fact, it could be any of the above pointing the gun. What would you do then? Sit and do nothing?” She shrugged, “You need to be prepared…but before that, I need to know…that provided you’re equipped with better information and some training- I saw that fight of yours and John’s, you have excellent technique, but your weak spot is that you’re probably screwed without your Qi – that you’ll be able to make a conscious decision of whether to continue. Continue where, I’m sorry, but I have to be vague. That part is up to you. I can’t spell everything out for you. An enemy wouldn’t, so, neither will I. It could be at the school, with Arim, with fighting, with getting this information, fending off a possible ‘war’, anything. I don’t know you, so I won’t pretend that I will, but I’m asking for the help of you two because I need it, not because I want to.” Her last five words came out in a frustrated grumble, and she erased whatever it was she was doodling. ”So~, if you’d be so kind to answer my question, I’d be happy to answer some of yours. Oh, dammit…” She held up a hand. ”Forget it forget it. I’ve seen you fight, but that’s not the same…” She sighed and thought for a moment, her eyes flicking from Saint to Yahto. ”The beach at seven O’clock.” She said flatly. ”You can answer after you fight. If either of you have questions, now is the time to ask."
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