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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2008 12:46:31 GMT -8
A title challenge… his first and what was almost certainly to be his last… Saint stood awaiting patiently in the school’s courtyard for the new pillar to be with a blank expression on his face. If asked if this would change anything his answer would be a simple no. He wouldn’t change at all, the title was nothing but a few words that others used to identify him and nothing more.
In the few moments prior Saint began to think over the fact that the school was probably going to be better off without him in the position. As much as he hated to admit the fact, it seemed the whole system was predicated on violence and strict authority… both were things Saint disliked. Almost a certainty this opponent of his would be better suited for such a job, Saint’s mild hope was to leave this fight with few severe injuries so that he could just continue on with his life.
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Jul 30, 2008 17:22:16 GMT -8
What was the point in removing a pillar? It was mostly symbolic really, it wasn't like Mathew would be "allowed" to keep the title. Though really there was nothing that the school captain could do to stop him from taking it. She could tell him he wasn't a pillar but what mattered is what most people saw and thought. A title was nothing physical, it was something that can be claimed, and as long as you are strong enough to claim it and protect it, as long as you are clever enough to cement that title in people's minds then there was NOTHING that anyone could do to take it.
Even if Mathew failed at that part it wouldn't matter, because he was removing one of them today, even if he seemed to be the weakest of them. Once again that didn't matter, removing him would leave only two pillars, the student hierarchy will be only at half strength then, and that alone will help his own cause.
Mathew would approach the current pillar with a grin on his face, green eyes looking out from under his bangs with a fire blazing behind them. He was a predator looking at his prey, he was almost ready to lick his lips he could taste his victory already. Still there was no reason they couldn't do this like gentlemen if the man so chose. Sweeping his bangs out of his face he would choose his spot to root himself in, right across from the pillar. Folding his arms over his chest he would choose to speak, he didn't have to worry about drawing a crowd since he was sure this little display would draw one on it's own. It wasn't everyday a pillar was challenged for his title.
"Look, I really don't care about hurting you. So how about you just hand the title over and you can just walk away. We can do this nice and easy if you want. Otherwise I am more then happy to take it by force. It's your call."
His words were simple, his tone blunt. He didn't doubt that he could beat the man before him, he didn't know if the man thought that he could beat Mathew, but all the same he had to know of his reputation by now. It wasn't exactly a secret that Mathew was brutal in a fight and had no problems injuring someone far more then was needed. Hell he had even held off a pillar, the Nazi kid (Unfettered), and that white haired kid in a red trench coat (John Ong).
Other then that there was nothing to do but wait for the kid to give his answer. Though Mathew doubted that it would be as easy as the kid handing it over, people always seemed to cling to titles tooth and nail. Well either way he would walk away with it.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Jul 30, 2008 17:55:10 GMT -8
Mathew sure did know how to be... Subtle. Down low? yeah kiss my ass. Either way, this would eb intertainment enough. Walking over, and finding a nice little place to perch his ass, he'd sit cross legged on the ground slowlyu with a grunt. Body movement and other such motions rather slow and tired.
Leon would lean back alittle and crack his back with his arms over his head. Seemed Mathew was going to give someone with a sense of honor a chance to walk away from battle, over a title taken up due to a... Saint like demeaner. Leon almost shook his head at the thought, must be like rubbing salt on an open wound.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 30, 2008 18:09:37 GMT -8
She had been stalking him, like the good information gatherer she should be.
Emily had spent 1/8th's of her weekly earnings from her Manga on a good Video camera. Heh, things like these were too good to pass up on.
... Well, she'd only use it if a fight started, considering that Mathew had offered a not-so-violent alternative. If that happened, Emily would be slightly disappointed. She admired Mathew for his fighting abilities, and most certainly would like to be just as powerful as him and Leon.
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... The Pillars.
The main reason why she joined Militia was actually not because of "Unfettered", but of it's stance regarding the pillars. She had somewhat thought of them as ineffective, and as such would probably find someone like Mathew alright for the position of Student Body President...
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Then again, it would mean more difficulty on Militia's part.
She sighed, and stood right beside Leon. Yeah, that guy she had fought with inside the facility. Emily had always felt that he never really took her seriously on that fight, but it was somewhat appreciated. "This seat taken?" she queried, smiling at the spiky-haired transfer.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 31, 2008 21:27:53 GMT -8
There was always a bit of doubt when it came to Saint about these pillar positions. He seemed too quiet, to reserved to be doing pillar duties. Not in the way Mitsuki was quiet, but in a more kind and gentle way. Ever since that meeting, when she went to his mother's grave, she thought it to be a mistake to have given Saint the title. Why? Because he was too pure. Though he may have been revealed to these 'greater evils' in the world, something about him just made him seem like...well. A Saint. He wasn't a fighter - he was someone to talk things out with others, or so she believed. He shouldn't even be at this school - something about him just made her want to protect him, as odd as it may sound. As a friend.
In a way, she thought of Saint as a child. A mature one. Or maybe she thought of him as too good for this school?
She watched from a distance, arms crossed in front of her chest, body leaning against a tree. Only one way to see how this goes, right?
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Post by Zack Asiv on Aug 1, 2008 10:33:51 GMT -8
Looking out his office through the window on the first floor of building one he could see the challange going on. Seemed Malice would soon have to take a slice out of Zack's book and start manipulating these kids. Particulerly the School Captain, Mitsuki Park. Those Dragon boys where becoming quite useful...
But they where a threat, and would be taken care of. For now, he'd watch the slowly gathering crowed. Leon, Emily, Mathew, and Saint. Only the participants and two watchers? Strange, where was the school captain, shouldn't she be present? Or maybe she was, but Malice couldn't see her.
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Post by David B. on Aug 1, 2008 10:52:26 GMT -8
David approached, a crowd now growing around the troublesome transfer and the un-involved pillar. It seemed a fight for the pillars title was about to take place, and David sure as hell wouldn't miss it. He approached behind Mitsuki, standing by her with his arms folded across his chest. He didn't give a damn whether the boy lost his title, but he did give a damn about who took it. He wasn't fond of it being that violent transfer, but he didn't really have a say in the matter. Mitsuki was the one who would have to deal with it. Not him.
He looked to her from the corner of his eyes, but didn't say anything, allowing her to speak to her Varsity Capitan if she had a need. If not, then silence would remain, the sounds of the crowd and of the fight coming in from below.
'This should be interesting...'
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Post by wanderer on Aug 1, 2008 19:04:25 GMT -8
And here we go again. Another one of Mathew's little plots no doubt, but entertaining to watch neither the less. While Eric didn't wish ill on any of the pillars or their captain, he wasn't on their side in this matter either. He didn't care about the administration, Mathew's little plots, or whatever else was being cooked up behind the scenes. But what he was concerned about was he owed Mathew an ass beating and it was always best to learn as much as you can about an opponent before you challenged him. Besides, it was useless to actually try and step in and stop what was happening. He doubted that the Earth Dragon was doing this just for the title of Pillar.
Eric stood apart from both parties, but kept in view of Mathew, Leon, and Mitsuki. He wanted the two Dragons to know he was there to show he was aware of their recent actions. As for Mitsuki, where he stood made his stance in this matter clear. Eric wasn't here to support either the Pillars or the Dragons on matters of school politics. He was here for his own reasons.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2008 23:35:09 GMT -8
{OoC: Sorry about the delay}
A peaceful way out of an otherwise violent situation… there was not likely a sole in the crowd who knew the slightest bit about Saint who would think the soon-to-be ex-pillar would turn that down. He’d never placed any value in the title in the first place and really wasn’t cut out for any of the deeds it entailed. For a long moment he remained still as though deep in thought despite the fact that his mind about how this was going to play out had been made long before. Heaving a weary sigh Saint buried his head in his hands in part to get himself ready for what was ahead.
I’ve become quite content with biding my time… in light of recent developments, especially this plan of yours. It should prove entertaining.
… shut up.
Awww now who’s being childish.
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That’s what I thought, either way nothing really matters because you have support anymore and you’ll do what you are best at… crack.
Feeling a slight need to clear the air as well as tug a few strings, Saint stepped forward as ready as he could be. First things first…
“We both know that I don’t need to hand anything over because the simple fact that we are standing here right now means you already have it. The only way I would keep it would be if won, a concept that everyone knows is down right laughable. You’re willing harm and maim whoever and however you need to in order to achieve your own ends… I’m not. So why don’t we just cut to the chase?”
With that Saint took to a fighting stance with his left foot forward, side pointing toward his opponent as his extended his left arm forward while keeping his right close to his body both with open palms pointed upward. Another deep sigh escaped him as he waited for his opponent make the first move in this little dance of theirs. Either way Saint would get his own victory...
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Aug 12, 2008 17:37:11 GMT -8
You try and be a nice guy and the offer gets thrown in your face. What I normally do shouldn't matter when I am giving you an out. Well whatever floats your boat dude, just don't say I didn't give you a way out.
Mathew would roll his eyes and shrug in an over dramatic way, sighing as if telling everyone that he had tried to be a nice guy. It was all on Saint now, Mathew offered the peaceful solution to this problem they had, the problem being Mathew's lack of pillar title and Saints likely defeat against anyone to challenge him that wasn't a joke.
One thing that was interesting to him, and he noticed this back in 552, that these were among the most violent and dangerous schools in the country, and with the exception of the Dragons most people were pretty passive. Sure in a defensive fight they could be brutal, but he seemed to always make the first strike, not that it bugged him. But the reputation was certainly overstated.
Well Mathew was more then happy to make the first move. Taking a moment to observe Saint he would see several openings that he thought would be traps, something to catch Mathew off guard. So instead of going for an opening Mathew would instead ignore those openings that jumped out at him. Keeping his eyes on the prize Mathew would watch Saint's left knee designating that as his target, something he learned from Vetis and other Muay Thai fighters he would watch something that wasn't his first target. Since it was instinctive to look at what you were going to hit someone could predict your strike by watching where you look.
Instead of the knee Mathew would use his right arm to swipe in from the inside of Saint's guard toward his left hand. He would grab at his wrist and push it back as his left hand would do the same with Saint's right hand opening up Saint's guard. Not only would it open up his guard but it would also serve to keep him focused on Mathew's hands while Mathew's right leg would hook behind Saint's left leg behind the kneecap to take his balance away as he pushed back. The aim was to make Saint fall backwards with Mathew dropping down after him to slam his knee in to what would be Saint's exposed stomach.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2008 11:44:43 GMT -8
Saint gave no resistance as Matthew enacted his plan to break the boy’s guard and throw him off balance. Unfortunately for the elder child Saint’s Capoeira background made the idea of falling backwards not all that bothersome and even a bit useful. As the his weight continued back toward the ground the pillar, for the moment, swung the swept leg up violently as signal for Mathew to keep back and if heeded it would miss by inches. Meanwhile he planted his hands in the ground to support himself as he kicked off with the other foot, which continued in the same manner as the first one, the rest of the necessary rotation was created a heavy tug from the boy’s core muscles to bring the lower body over with less than ideal momentum generated by the lower body. A quick final push from the upper body the legs rotated over completed the maneuver.
Landing on his feet again, Saint took a mental sigh as thought about what was to come in the second part of his plan. He was most likely the only ‘crazy’ enough to try something like this, though Saint preferred to think he was the only strong enough to try it. Thinking about all those who had come before him and what they endured, was he really as resilient as them? Could he be? Amidst the question and lack of answers was the doubt that in spite of all that would happen here today… it would fall on desensitized eyes and hearts. Sure it wasn’t to late to change his plan but that would mean playing the same old parts in a pointless and pitiful play.
Zachariah set his feet shoulder width apart facing directly toward Mathew and took a very deep breath. As he exhaled in a long and controlled manner he brought hands down from being level with his shoulders to his waist, fingers pointed inward toward each others and palms facing downward. His eyes closed and that was all… no motion of attack, no raised defense, and definitely no signal of submission. Now was the time to see if place could really be changed or if it would remain a never ending loop… to see if he could live up to the nickname he received in the city of god…
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Post by Mathew Amtrum on Aug 21, 2008 23:04:34 GMT -8
When Saint's leg came up as his body came down Mathew wouldn't pull back to evade it. If anything he would push his body in the way of it so that it would connect. The force was nothing compared to what he could take, certainly nothing that would hurt him. Since the blow would no longer miss by inches Mathew would take this chance to grab the leg keeping the kid in his grasp. Mathew wasn't going to play games if he didn't have too. He was also tired of the same play that the school system weaved over and over again. Pillars that didn't do anything, gangs with weak minded goals of controlling a school for no reason, students that lived and breathed for school drama. Mathew wanted power outside of the school, but you had to start from square one, and by gaining this small amount of power, it becomes easier to get more power, and then more power. It was a cycle, only those with power get more power, and to obtain it you sometimes need to crush those too weak to use it underfoot.
With Saint's leg in hand his goal was simple. He was going to break it. holding the leg tightly he would pull on it to keep it straightened before smashing his right arm in to the side of the kneecap where it would be weak. The blow should be strong enough to break the knee, and since it was harder to get your leg out of a lock then say your arm he wasn't too worried about the kid getting out of it. And if he tried to attack Mathew to stop him, well he would just let him. He was pretty much a human tank after all.
The pillar would crumble under the unstoppable force of Mathew and the Reapers, and it would be the smallest step on his goals far off in the future. Well past high school. Well past his college years even. This was merely a stepping stone, and when he was done with the title he would likely discard it.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 22, 2008 1:53:55 GMT -8
And The Plot Thickens... There was little to dispute that what would end today would begin something entirely new. Even as the German was swiftly approaching the scene, this was something going far beyond what he had intended to do. This was, perhaps, more than a little impulsive.---No. It was... fulfilling his 'obligation' and his 'right' and his 'rank'. Not that he ever verbally claimed any of this.
Honestly, it didn't matter if this screwed up someone's plans. It was supposed to. More than that, it was a lose-lose victory that the German always reveled in.---That was when he saw the crowd. Hm. Already underway, he couldn't help but notice.
Start with a shove, end with a push, he pushed on past a familiar Filipina (whom he mentally congratulated for keeping her nerve silent for this long on), and a familiar blond monster of a transfer. But none of them mattered at this moment.
Breaking into the middle of the circle, he looked at the combatants, long white-hair covering his face as he looked at both, quickly wiping off the grin on his face.:"Und VAT do you zink you are doing to ze EX-Student Body President, Mizter Transfer?"
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Aug 22, 2008 6:27:09 GMT -8
Now as odd as it would have been for those that knew Leon's abilities to see him acting so tired and weak, would know better than to step in on a fight he was casually enjoying. It was a good fight showing skill of two combatants following the violant rules of hierarchy. Leon would have allowed Emily to sit with a smile. The attacks being thrown where full of meaning in one way or another. Saint's held back, begrudgened attacks, guilt held in each one even though this was a fight to lower moral of everyone around. Saint didn't wish to harm Mathew even now. Strange.
Mathews devistatingly harsh methods of grapple and break, strike and break... Pretty much just breaking things all together had the intent of finishing the fight through this whole ordeal. Yet they where even in knowing that without a doubt they where following the rules of student hierarchy passed down from generation to generation.
Alas, theat one... Unfettered, the one who caused Leon's resurface into the fighting world had pushed passed to interupt. If one had that uncanny notice for someones movement, they would have noticed Leon was no longer sitting down, and had moved so quickly without hesitation to behind Unfettered, a hand going to place itself on his shoulder. A very stern, monotonic voice would come from behind the silver haired S.H.C.P.
"I suggest you rejoin the crowed."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2008 11:50:56 GMT -8
Snap. Crack. POP! No… there wasn’t a giant bowl of rice krispies nearby that was the sound coming from Saint’s knee as Mathew’s blow landed without resistance. Rather than struggling, twisting in an uncouth manner, or striking with strength that some of Mathew’s ability would have likened to a mosquito bite… Saint let the blow land. It had not begun in the manner he would have preferred but it had started. No sound came from his lips as the pain from the destruction of a major joint echoed throughout his entire being, he would not allow himself to do such a thing. The monk couldn’t…Anyway, Saint was in a rather helpless situation even if Mathew released his grip on the oddly serene boy’s leg. Perhaps puzzlement at what Jonathan was talking about would cause that to happen or just the whim to destroy another body part. As for what Jonathan’s intrusion was about, Saint was quite sure he knew despite the pain that was trying to cloud his clouds with each moment. There was a slight internal laugh from Saint when he pieced together what he figured the plan was, more about the timing of it all than anything else.
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