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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 13, 2010 22:53:55 GMT -8
OOC: As I've no idea how to get a hold of Tsubame, she can jump it at any time or stay out of it if it doesn't feel right. Post rounds should Tsubame join will be determined by everyone having posted at least once.Working The Cliches... Inside the lockers (or failing that, vehicle, or mysterious inside of their backpacks for whatever reason) a letter would be found for a certain two individuals. Nicely folded and with a hint of a mild cologne, to unfold it would reveal a finely printed message inside.
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Post by Vetis on Oct 13, 2010 23:12:28 GMT -8
A vigirous gym class. He didnt have to take it since he wa a college student here but a little exercise during the day wasnt to bad. He would change out of his gym clothes into his regular ones. Checking to make sure his wallet was in his pants he found a note. It smelled of mens fragrance....... someone had been in his pants.
Oh god.... it was true the 8 foot man was stalking him. OR was it the crazy old coot. Well Vetis would come prepared. Before going to this meeting he would put on a chastity belt and an Athletic sports cup over that. Should they win in a fight and try the butt rape it wasnt going to happen. He would do as the instructions said and eventually find himself in the parking lot, spinchter closed tight.
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 14, 2010 0:52:14 GMT -8
Tsubame woke from her nap on the roof with a yawn, the senior stretching a bit until her shoulder popped. The rave haired fighter would shake her head before checking her watch..it was time for her to bail out of here if she wanted to and after a nice roof nap there was no more reason for her to remain here. She would hop down from the ledge she had been lying on on the roof and would open the door walking down the stairs.
As she walked out fo the big doors that lead out onto the courtyard she would spy a familiar person and would smile. She would follow him her red skirt billowing a bit int he wind as she stopped when he reached the parking lot. She would then call out. "Vetis" she raised a hand and ran to him a small smile on her face. "Hey what are you doing out here..did someone challenge you to a fight or something?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 14, 2010 14:57:34 GMT -8
Not Yet Though not much on it was said... there was already a small crowd of students waiting in the courtyard. They were all hanging about in their cliques, doing their own thing... until two particular people walked into their premises. Almost as if on a cue, all of them looked up, before resuming their typical hanging about. However, more then one tapped some of their compatriots on the shoulder, pointing and whispering in hushed voices."Are those them?" "...Yeah, I recognize the guy." "How're you sure then? We didn't get any physical---"
A glare shut the man down. Provided Vetis gave himself a chance to look around, he'd realize that there were many cameras and miniature video cameras being prepped, several candid flashes being attempted to be pulled off, but no one would make any move of aggression towards him or his compatriot. However, as they left the area, almost 40% of the courtyard would find themselves following after them in a lazy mannerism, before 10% of the former 40% would fall back to the courtyard, figuring it to not be worth it.
As they would approach the courtyard, they would find several people crouching about, putting things in place about and around the cars... some spare gas tanks, zippo lighters and smaller still, loud speaker mics.* * * * * * Earlier * * * * * * "...WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS BILL!? DO YOU THINK WE'RE MADE OF MONEY!?""Uh... vell... erm..." * * * * * * * * * * * * * The unmistakable aroma of gas filled the air. Some of the cars had been pried open, their tanks exposed. That wasn't what was important, however.
There was a lone man who was staring at the two ever since they approached. This fellow had been sitting on the roof of car, his legs spread eagle on the hood of the red Lexington, his back arched towards the roof while he kept his arms behind him as support to lean back. The crowd that followed them giving more of a distance on the outer rims of the parking lot, those with recording devices obviously aimed at them, though there was otherwise uninterested looks on their faces."Oye. So you're the ones?"The man on the roof of the car sat himself up and jumped on down. He was a fellow with a thick, orange sweater and blond hair, a bored look on his face as his hands fumbled into the center pocket of his sweater. As he would walk to the two, he'll pull out a crumpled up note. Provided he wasn't attacked already as a pre-emptive, he'd hand them the note, then snort, before spitting to the side, a look of boredom on his face."Ffffuuuuu... Sure made me wait, didn't ya?"'Getting paid $10 to meet these two wasn't worth putting up with the heat... God, how many people did that guy conscript for this mini project of his?'
The man who was not "Unfettered" would shrug his shoulder. The note he had given them read simply thus as:At that moment, a car pulled in really quickly, making the man in the orange sweater look around. Stepping out was a person with short, brown hair, a green shirt with various black symbols on it, and jeans. He wasn't "Unfettered" either...
It wouldn't take much to figure out that "Unfettered" was in the crowd that accompanied them, provided they discerned that the man in front of them wasn't "Unfettered."
Someone smiled, chuckling quietly, as he sat behind a car, on the far end of the parking lot... away from all of them. They were very far away. Twiddling her thumbs as she sat next to him, also hidden, Marina shook her head, before looking over to...
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Post by Vetis on Oct 14, 2010 15:58:49 GMT -8
He heard Tsubames calm voice say his name and he had stopped to wait for her. As she asked about the fight he would shake his slump his shoulder into an expression of I dont know and hand her the note had found in his pockets. Considering what he had on him it was more than a little unnerving to find someone had been in his pants. He would extend his arm outward a bit as if for her to grab on to should she choose to talk this walk with him. Maybe if he had been paying less attention to her he would have noticed other people were watching him.
As he made his way to the lot the foul smell of gas permiatted every pore and clogged his nostrils with its putrid stink. Perhaps it was a fight after all. First someone would hand him a note that he would share with Tsubame. Given the fact someone knew he had a single ally ment they had resources. Then a car would pull up and someone else would get out.Perhaps this was the man he who had staged it all. Not a bad little entrance, and it garnered his attention. He would let Tsubame handle things from there as he slipped his hands into his pockets to get his gloves on. With all this gas around it wasnt hard to say he smelled a trap.
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 14, 2010 23:04:08 GMT -8
Tsubame would raise an eyebrow as she spied the camera's and sighed. She would read the note and smiled a bit before she spoke. "I see how interesting well.. if you want the answer to these questions why do you not come on out and ask yourself." Tsubame would walk away from the group. She did not like the area and it seemed that they would record her and Vetis's actions and perhaps even how they fought for study, not a concept she found appealing and as she did not have an EMP on her she did the next best thing to avoid the cameras.
She would hook Vetis' arm and hold it as if the two were a couple. Let this Unfettered get ideas she cared not about that. "Come on Vetis I'm in the mood for some Chai tea and there is a Starbucks nearby. she would walk taking Vetis with her as she did. "You are welcome to come chat with us there..I'd be more than happy to answer most of your questions."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 15, 2010 15:05:24 GMT -8
Honest Discernment The honest to God issue was that these two had come into what was a blatant "trap" setting... regardless if the traps were to be used or no. "Unfettered" kept at his position, sitting behind the car with Marina as they had dispersed from the group following these two. Quietly, he pulled out a small, plastic bag of honey roasted cashews and continued to munch on them, Marina holding the mini-mic in her hand, looking around nervously. It wouldn't be easy to spot them as they weren't even directly looking at them, but it was because of the unpredictability of the situation that Marina was so tense... and looking on at "Unfettered" with more then just a mild case of irritation."How can you be so relaxed?" an annoyed, forced calm."Ze fact that they've come..."...
...But "Unfettered" left it at that, seemingly more content with chewing his food in silence as he popped another handful. Marina stared at him with an increased sense of vexation, leaning towards him before relaxing, giving up. Breathing out, she shook her head, closing her eyes."...Hey. At least share."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "I see how interesting well.. if you want the answer to these questions why do you not come on out and ask yourself." Finally, a spoken word. But, strangely, it didn't come from the fellow, but from his confirmed compatriot. Silently handing the plastic bag of cashews to Marina, he exchanged that with the mic.
...God. Maybe he had bought too much gasoline. It was completely destroying the flavor of the cashews for him. Wincing his nose, he waited an extra few moments---
---The man from the car had already begun walking over to Tsubame and Vetis (though... the names hadn't been confirmed). His brown hair was slicked back with gel, his brown eyes shone like chestnuts, and his green shirt with black Japanese symbols on it were lame as hell. Being a complete novice to Japanese culture, this fellow had no idea that the shirt literally said things like "I SUCK COCK," "LOVE AND PEACE," as well as "I AM HOMOGAY." Thankfully, unless someone could read in Japanese, this fellow would remain completely and totally oblivious to his otherwise natural looking shirt."Come on Vetis I'm in the mood for some Chai tea and there is a Starbucks nearby. The fellow watched them, before following along, a girl in jeans and a black t-shirt following suit. Both pocketing their hands, they looked at each other."You are welcome to come chat with us there..I'd be more than happy to answer most of your questions." "...It's because it was more interesting this way."
"It's because it's more interesting this way, he said... to say if you said something like that," replied the brown-haired fellow. The girl looked at him, curiously."How much did he pay---""$25. Like H*** I was turning that down."* * * * * * Meanwhile * * * * * * Unable to resist any further, Marina stood up, twisting her body and holding her hands on the edge of the top of the car. She watched as the four people began walking away and looked on at "Unfettered." The girl found herself twitching."..Um... They appear to be actually be leaving to Starbucks. Now.""..."
"...Oh."The German, brushing off the front of his jeans, leaned forward to push himself off from the ground to stand up properly, as he pocketed his hands, an unreadable expression on his face."Vell, now. They are interesting..."Marina rolled on the top of the car with her waist so she could lean on it with her back, her legs still touching the ground. She had folded her arms over her chest with an increased look of irritation."Yeah? How so?""They did vat they were told and walked into an obvious trap. They realized this und walked off. Ve can conclude that they are people vith free time und considerable strength, hence, confidence. Ze last detail is that they think for themselves and will not endanger themselves needlessly.---That may seem obvious, but if I may assume... these are basic traits of leadership potential," he theorized.
...While picking his nose.
Marina: -_-'...More then this, they are inviting me to a change of scenery to one zat would, unless I brought reinforcements, putz ze situation in their complete favor should the "talk" go poorly. Basic und effective thinking. In other vords: common sense.'
Looking up, he smiled at Marina... then clasped his hands together as he begged."Can you clean up here? Collect all ze recorderz, mini-loudspeakers... everything?"...If looks could kill..."You're making dinner tonight."...What little color there was in his face drained out of "Unfettered's" face. The finicky eaters of Tai, "Green" and Dora..."...Alright---Oh, vait!"Marina had already begun walking at this point, but stopped, looking around."Leave ze gasoline tanks taped under ze cars.""...Why? We should get our money back---""It vill be funnier zis vay."Dagger-like eyes. "Unfettered" smiled nervously at her as he watched her walk off.
'...Und, ve may need zem for later...'
Pocketing his hands, he made for his exit, walking around to what he assumed to be the Starbucks that he had... last seen Mitsuki Park, talked with Vespyr in, and now...* * * * * * * * * * * * * The brown-haired fellow had tapered off at this point while the girl would follow these two up to the door. It would take "Unfettered" five minutes to arrive to their destination as he had taken a longer, indirect route to their to allow them to get themselves properly situated.
...? Edit: Coding.
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Post by Vetis on Oct 15, 2010 15:30:13 GMT -8
Yes he already had a plan. He would knock out the big guy. He would steal the car that he had arrived in. He would drive a little off turn it around and ram most of the crowd with the vehicle jumping out so as not to be in the ensuing explosion of gasoline, car wreckage and all the poor people who came here to watch. As Vetis was about to start phase 1 of Operation Car Jack Boom Boom, Tsubame grabbed his arm and pulled him towards Starbucks inviting the person who had set it all up.
They both knew it was a trap the smell of gas was easily a slap in the face but she had a different approach to it then he did. Coffee could work to. the diplomatic approach and all. Not to mention the seething destructive power of a coffee burner or numerous hot coffee pots. He might even be able to steal some containers of whip cream. Yea... Whip Cream.
Regardless he followed along with Tsubame and purchased her some tea and himself some expresso. Having a seat with the raven haired priestess there would be a single seat left for a visitor. Hopefully they wouldnt have more guests. One thing was for sure, he sure as shit was buying everyone coffee.
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 15, 2010 15:52:44 GMT -8
Tsubame would seem to have a few words to speak with the clerk as she picked up her tea but what she said was not heard by anyone though the clerk would vanish into the back another person taking his place. she would smile at Vetis thanking him for the tea as she sat down as well her arms crossing not touching the scalding hot tea just yet. The tea had to be a certain temperature for it to be it's tastiest.
She sat there staring at the empty chair wondering if after all the trouble this person had went through if they were really going to show themselves. It seemed to her that this man or woman had more a flair for the dramatics than Auroth had. Still this was proving interesting.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 17, 2010 3:27:00 GMT -8
"I F***ING LOVE COFFEE." At last, Tsubame & Vetis (their names still unknown to the German) find themselves alone. With each other. Now, as it wasn't stated if Vetis had gone through and bought coffee for everyone... that would make three cups of small or large (if he wanted to burn money at the moment). Perhaps four, counting the Starbucks barista, or five with the barista who went into the back. Five potential cups of small (tall) to large (grande) coffees on the table along with a chai tea.
Or perhaps he had really only just bought one for himself.
Or maybe there were a few other customers that weren't mentioned, that could easily raise the number of coffees by three, five, seven, or ten, depending on how packed it was... and considering that this was more or less in the afternoon... it was relatively packed. One very, very hot table.
Now, at this point, "Unfettered" arrived. He would arrive gleefully. Like a raging dumbass, skipping along the sidewalk as if there was absolutely nothing wrong. Then, ten feet before hitting the door of Starbucks, he would proceed to walk normally, as if nothing had happened. He would be easy to spot by Tsubame and Vetis if they decided to take the pains of looking in front of them or looking around, depending on the situation of as to how they were sat.
Blue jeans, black Nike sneakers, a white t-shirt, long hair that was white and tied into a pony-tail and his trademark eye-patch over his left eye... with a swastika. His frame was long, his muscles built from the years spent in 259 over experiance... and the small bits of hastily applied make-up on his arms barely covered the innumerable amount of scars on his body... that, if his shirt was taken off, would be revealed to cover his entire body in various ways.
"Unfettered" would walk up to the register, to the "new person" who had taken over for the clerk/barista. There was a smile on his face and an innocence to it."One normal cup of coffee... Tall, bitte."Nodding, he'd hand over $2 and would wait, before calmly looking over at the two who had sat themselves down, staring and surveying the scene...
From walking knowingly into an ambush to counter-luring into a potential counter-ambush... The German was waiting with abated eyes...
...At all the lovely mugs that were stacked up on the shelves, the packets filled with seven days worth of coffee that were right beside the cashier, the trays of food to the left...
Turning his attention back to the curious two, he would double-check...
...Even if he had followed them."You are... You are ze two, ja?"Talk. Walk. Fight. Get a bite (to eat). He expected everything and nothing...
Right?
...?
His expectations and what he truly sought after, however...
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Post by Vetis on Oct 17, 2010 5:28:19 GMT -8
Vetis was sort of in a world of his own at this point. God there could have been so much carnage. But Tsubame had grown a lot since there old days and had shown some surprising skill smelling out a trap and calling out there would be villian. Nice to see she had learned a thing or two while he was away. He would sip his espresso and take notice of someone who sort of stood out. Not every day you see a guy with a nazi eyeband. This same man also happened to walk right up to them and start talking to them. Thank god he was german. Had he just been some sort of non german nazi enthusiast it would have been awkward. Technically it still was but at least he was german.
He would take a quick measure up of the man. He had not seen him at the little shin dig earlier.... so who the hell was he? He seemed rather calm and had himself a coffee but Vetis would keep a close careful eye on the hand holding it. Vetis placed his left hand in his pocket and slid on a glove. He kept his hand on his leg under the table concealed by the long arm of his jacket. Should he make a sinister move with that coffee his groin would be met with a sharp metal spike. Granted Tsu would have to help get scolding hot coffee off of him and this would turn reall ugly real quick.
He could only hope that the man was not that ballsy. He didnt need the police showing up again let alone getting Tsu involved in that nonsense.
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 18, 2010 16:35:19 GMT -8
Tsubame would glance up at the tall man that entered the coffee shop. she would take out her phone and toyed with it a bit before she set it face down on the table. She would then touch her tea smiling a bit to find that the cup's temperature had reached the proper level of heat. She picked it up and took a sip of the tea closing her eyes as she sighed contently.
As Unfettered sat down Tsubame would smile at him her eyes still narrowing a bit as she studied him. He looked very powerful and she was wondering though if he was even the real Unfettered still there was no way to truly know if this was him or not. She then spoke,"So then..are you Unfettered? Or are you another double?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 18, 2010 22:48:10 GMT -8
The Actual Meet(?) Theme Song: "Terrain 4" from Starcraft Going back to the barista, "Unfettered" would get back his fifty cents of change as the coffee finished. Allowing himself to turn away from the two for a moment, he worked his way over to the cremes and sugars. A little bit of sugar to complement the coffee, cream to soften the bite, the wooden... stick to stir, and the German would re-cap the "safety" lid back onto his "tall" coffee. Taking a moment to let it cool (about a tenth of a second as he was in the mood to keep things flowing), he'd open his eye wide as if to help his sense of smell while nodding his head forward to it, before softly retreating the cup from his mouth.
Tongue burn already. The German was delighted[/sarcasm] at this.
All of the above was a simple matter of about one and a half to two minutes. Bits and pieces of how he held himself were rather nonsensical (at least in his mind) and the German would slowly (for the sake of not spilling) make his way over to the only empty seat amongst them, gently moving down his derriere at an annoyingly slow speed. Settling, he'd hunch forward, coffee held in both hands (which he thanked the cardboard heat sleeve it came with for), as he took a careful, deliberate glance at the both at first the male... and then the female."So then..are you Unfettered? Or are you another double?" The male wore a dirty blond head of hair about him in a way that could best be described as rugged. While it was difficult to catch onto the spirit of the eye of this fellow, there was an extraordinary air of experience about him that made the German do a giddy back flip in his mind. This air of knowledge was shared with an equally difficult (if not outright harder) to read aura of his female compatriot. Her eyes twinkled with a touch of sensitivity and an almost... pure, conflicted feel, but this was difficult to say.
Outright already, these two presented themselves with a wonderfully balanced "yin-yang."
Point twenty-three seconds of deliberate staring."If you trust me, zen refer to me as thus. If not, it matters not. Regardless, Ich am sincere when I say 'Ich mean no harm,'" he'd say, giving them both a deserved smile (...though at whose expense?). There was no malcontent as he did, calmly placing the coffee on the table before them, crossing his arms over onto his lap, each hand gripping a knee carefully. Taking this as a means to lean/hunch further forward to the both of them, he nodded with a quiet eye and serious lips."Please refer to me as thus---or vatever is easier to remember. It is a pleasure to meet you two, finally... Sir... Ma'am...?"Presenting the two of them with their cues, should they decided to introduce themselves. He had heard their names over the grapevine, but, this was polite. A stark contrast to ten minutes earlier, in the parking lot.~
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Post by Vetis on Oct 18, 2010 23:06:32 GMT -8
And action... he was expected to speak. Luckily Tsu was there to be his words or else this could get rather boring very quickly. He would use his ungloved hand to wave a wide hello. His gaze still stern but his face not furrowed into a scowl he would examine the man further. Taking a sip of his coffee he had heard the thickness of that accent even more. He wondered if the guy could pull the English speaking trick he had saw in Die Hard 3. That would be interesting.
Still examining him he took note of little details about the man. Every action seemed so deliberate. As if he were to think something out and then do it. Perhaps he had some form of OCD, or perhaps he had control issues. Regardless he had attempted to pull a stunt earlier for a reason known only to himself. The exact nature of such stunt was also still a mystery since Tsu had the forsight to call this man out on his treachery.
But what Vetis really wanted to know was.... how did he get that note into his pants & why did it smell of cologne... As he thought this he would place his hand on Tsubames so that the man might get the idea they were a couple. Vetis you sly dawg he thought to himself. He was almost tempted to check the note again and see if it was sealed with a kiss. God I hope Tsu doesnt jerk her hand away from me. Even worse what if she does and he reaches to hold my hand. And now the scowl appeared.
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Post by Lasia Able on Oct 21, 2010 0:03:52 GMT -8
"Tsubame..my name is Tsubame and this is Vetis..but I'm sure you knew that already" Tsubame would take another sip of her tea as she spun the cup slightly in her hand before she set it back down. She felt Vetis place his hand over hers and while she would have normally given him an odd look for it right now she was sure that her had his reasons for such an action. Though showing an emotional link between the two of them may suggest weakness..still... "Now then as for your questions...I can only speak for myself I'm afraid, my comrade here well I'm not sure on most of his motivations when it comes to his actions.." Tsubame cleared her throat. "I'm from PHS 552, I'm here just to finish my school year and well as to who I am..I'm just Tsubame..your average raven haired girl..now then..who are you. Really who are you?"
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