Wrath of The Gods.(Quest)

[Alex Malice]

Today at the school, something new was about to happen. Even though the main objective of this event was not the school, or its occupents, they where no doubt in the cross fire of this event. Something important had been taken and it was time to get it back, by force. Red hair, surrounded by a golden helmet, that acted almost like a crown. Tan skin, and deep red eyes followed. A shirt where the front was open, shoulder plates, and gloves with arm guard attachments. Pants that had a speciel meteriel almost like leather, that was hard and acted like armor where apon his legs. And no shoes, but an attachment to his feet, seemed to keep the big pant mess in order. This person had walked through the door of this most humble school, well at first site anyways. Even though there was no fighting in the halls right now, or even where they where in building one, didn't mean that there wasn't going to be any later, or going on right now in other buildings.

"Look at you, what the hell is this halloween?"

A student walked up, he seemed to have a mohawk, green, and made of spike hair. He had on a leather jacket that had a skull and cross bones on the back, the arms seemed like they where ripped off. This poor fool had just approached a god, not only insulting his attire, but resting his hand apon the shoulder guard he takes so much pride in. The dark, pale red eyes went into the boy, not making eye contact, but seeing the boys hand apon the shoulder pad. Not wise. Within the blink of an eye this man was bent back with a fist pulled back, an arm outstretched, then seeming to pull on the air he went forward and threw his fist into the guys gut, but not letting him fly away he grabbed his back with the free hand, then with one hand on each side of the now almost unconciouse from lose of breath boy, somethign wierd happen. The hands of this red head had just exploded, combusted into flames as it where.

The kid now screamed out forcing his diaphram to pull in more, and the pain, combined with loss of oxygen had made him unconciouse, yet he was gonna be left to have his jacket melt to his body.

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[Athena]

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Following behind, his rather uninterested gaze upon the school while he walked, the clack of metal with each step as he followed his ally while he looked over the building, his long red hair somewhat curled draped over the sides of his head, a fire red if you will the Color of it while a dark brown pair of orbs set in his skull looked on. They were here to collect; they had no intent on leaving without what they sought. Of course he didn’t care about how they retrieved it, merely just doing so… and thus did the man known as Apollo follow through the door, his body covered in a rather gold looked outfit, plates of metal attached to each leg covering a thick pair of blue leather pants while grieves of gold as plates on the upper legs, thick gold gauntlets and a half plate of cold on his chest, his belt line covered by a ring which tassels did drape. Of course he watched as the student, or in his mind the filthy mortal not only insulted his ally but also had the audacity to touch him… it made him sick to think a mere mortal had such disregard for those of mount Olympus, but before he did anything he watched his friend lay waste to the boy, his hands of fire eating into his body while the god of day and night only smiled.

“Such disregard, how rude…”

He commented as his right arm shot out in only a moments notice intercepting a wrist, of course it was aimed for his unaware ally, it was from behind… and of course that wouldn’t fly… no, no, no… which was noted as Apollo’s grip was firm while he began to twist the arm, not even wasting time to look as the attack kicked him in the spine, a soft ping before he fell, his shin suffering a painful blow to the armor of Apollo, his body falling to the ground while a quick twist and his arm became disfigured.

“Hephaestus, shall we get seek the thief?”

He questioned his ally as if nothing had happened what so ever… not like he would care while he began to walk ahead of his ally.

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[akada]

"Hephaestus?... and your wearing Armor?... you gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me. Do you guys think your greek gods or something?"

Brow rose from that male, to be precise, a seven foot monstrosity, who if he got any stronger would look like a walking meat tank. A set of head phones had been hanging from his ear, but now one rested in the palm of his right hand, looking over at these two jokers, when a grin came onto his lips. Combustible hands. Obviously he didnt really care they were trying to look like gods, especially with the fact they didnt look all that tough. He had seen flammin hands before, hell, he had seen a fucker that could cause literal earth quakes with a single stomp. This guy was a waste of time. A simple intake of air and the sound of spit being drawn into his mouth as well as a nice big sniff of his nose drew in snot as well. He proceeded to hawk it out and let it land right on the male which had been responsible for the flamin fists chest. A yawn following it.

"Why dont you fuck off, we dont have time for you to be in here messing with the students. After all, thats my job, being a teacher. "

He said with a slight raise of his brow, slipping that head phone back in his ear, the sounds of Linking Parks - Nobody's Listening blaring from it. That hand having shifted back into his pocket and now laying in wait.

[Alex Malice]

Did this just happen? Did events leading to a mortals saliva, and mucus had reached his goddly bare chest? Was it even possible that a mortal had this much disrespect for the Gods themselves to literally spit on them? It was almost uncomprehendable for Hephaestus to understand that someone had the gal to actuelly make fun of them after seeing what happened to the other mortal fool that even touched his goddly person. A spark of his hands and they had gone up in flames. Trailing up his forearm slowly as he got angrier, stopping where the arm guards stopped, going to his shoulder pads, they caught a blaze, followed by his crown, then his pansts, and he appeared almost completely ablaze. The Fire God showed his true self in this instinse.

"MORTAL FOOL!"

Hephaestus lifted his right leg off the ground and used his right in the same moment to launch from his spot leaving a literal blazing trail behind him, going towards the huge man. His hands both raised yp to his sides like claws as he seemed to have only one urge, to kill indeed. Could this man of muscle stand up to the blaze of The Fire God, maybe, but then maybe not, it may or may not happen in do time, but the simple fact remained Hephaestus was attacking full force, with nothing holding him back. To use the full power of a god on a mortal was no less than overkill, but it didn't matter to Hephaestus, he would soon be meeting Hades, and forever swim in the lake of the dead. Hephaestus would make sure this fool didn't pay the toll to cross the river styx.

[Athena]

He was needless to say... impressed, a mere mortal dare insult the gods in such a way that his allys anger reached its peak, fire rasing from his body as Apollo, also rather disgruntled at the thought closed in behind his parter, the clicks of steel heavy as the armor somewhat coiled, as if spines began to pierce the surface while he intended to do the same as his partner.

"Mortal, you shall learn your place at our feet."

He commented as he drew back both hands, his armor gleaming as he would attack as soon as his ally planned to, to work as a group or alone, there status of godhood would be proven, no pitiful mortal would prove and or disrespect them again after this moment!

[Travis Delmonte]

Haha.. You've got to be joking me..

Well.. What was now unfolding before Travis' eyes was odd indeed. He couldn't say he had seen anything like the two who were now not too far before him. Two who seemed to think it was Halloween or something. They seemed to be dressed up as if they were role-playing some kind of fantasy. Dungeons and dragons type deal. A smirk played upon Travis' lips as his vivid blue orbs danced from one of the odd people to the other. He couldn't tell if this was a joke. And if it was one, it was hilarious!

And soon enough, one of the random, stupid and mindless students of public high-school #259 just HAD to try and do something. Just had to say something. And he would pay for it. Travis' eyes lit up and his jaw dropped slightly as that explosion of fire caught his eye and that stupid, out-spoken student was downed relatively quick. Travis had never seen anything like that before. Someones whole body setting on fire as his did. Maybe it wasn't a charade. Maybe they really were gods of some sort? Those gloves though.. Boy would he love a pair of gloves like that. Though if he had his way, it wouldn't be fire.. Fire was cool. But it just didn't float his boat.

And then he heard another, familiar voice. His eyes would be drawn to it, and his smirk would drop from his face, a thin now replacing a smile. Hiroko. That crazed teacher that he had an extremely close run-in with in the auditorium. Hiroko was crazy. Or at least thats what Travis would like to believe. I mean, what kind of sane teacher just attacks students as he had done?

And then Hiroko would commit an act which would cause most people to lose it. He would watch as Hiroko spat, and it landed upon one of the 'god-like' figures before him. He watched as anger raised from both of the rather interesting figures seemed to grow angry, seemed to ready for battle of some sort. Now Travis had seen how Hiroko fought. And he had seen the power of these other people as well.. Even so.. He had a feeling they would not be taking Hiroko down anytime soon. And if he had to chose someone to help.. It would be that crazed teacher.. Though last time Travis had offered to help Hiroko, Hiroko tried to kill him. Who knew what would happen.. Travis would just have to do what is right.. to ready himself to help defend this school from these would-be gods and back up a teacher that might not even need backing..

His head would lower slightly, his eyes narrowing as he began to move foreword toward the three figures. His hands re-checking the black gloves and making sure that they were snug upon his fists. He would approach the little scene, but he would not act yet. He did not want to just jump into this without thinking about anything. He didn't want to get himself hurt so quickly. After all, those gloves looked as if they could do some real damage. This would be one interesting conflict, that was definitely for sure.

[Aureus]

What in the living fuck is this?! Did someone give the anime geeks special powers? What kinda fucked up shit happened here? I swear this school is fucking insane. First there are unbelievably hot girls EVERYWHERE and now there are flaming freaks? Is this an episode of the Twilight Zone? Would you shut up? It's hard enough to focus on this scene without your play by play commentary. Fine fine. These were the schizophrenic thoughts of one, Aureus Hayes as he watched two men that claimed to be Greek gods enter his high school, light up a student; literally, and than attack a teacher who spat on one. As amusing as the situation was, the Freshmen didn't much care for the intruders. It was obvious they came here to hurt people and had too high and opinion of themselves. Therefore they needed to be dealt with.

Ah Ah Ah...You're not having this one, bro. Levi told his counter part before taking control of the boy's body, which then underwent a transformation. With that the red haired boy took off past the huge teacher and got in the way of the freak dressed as Apollo. Using all his strength he attempted to block the attack. "Two on one isn't fair, freak." He said in a cocky tone. Sure, there was the distinct possibility that he'd get his ass handed to him, but where was the fun in not trying?

[Athena]

Apollo heard the words of the impertinent boy whom had distracted him while of course normally he would simply disregard it… the term freak? How brash, rude, and to say that to heal, the healer of wounds… well, needless to say it was time that he understood that what could be done would also be undone as he quickly pulled up both arms, his now mini spiked bracer shooting forward, his body leaning into the attack as his left foot left the ground, his upper body twisting as it would seem the boy had the intention to block him? Pitiful, he would grind this child into nothingness, he had not a lick of interest in him either, his goal was already preordained.

“Whelp, my qualm is not with you petty mortals, it is with he who stole from his deity’s.”

Apollo stated, it wasn’t as if their task was a secret, they came to reclaim something, and no child, and no mere mortal could stand in their path. They would make this clear and because of this as his punch would strike the boys block he would grip the boys extremities used to make the block, his body if need be and toss him aside.

“Hephaestus, forget these petty creatures, we have a decree and no time to waste with these mortals… we must find Asiv, that blasphemer.”

He commented to his ally as he did believe these things were a waste of time, and in his godly nature it would take more than just one boy to stop the two, that being the case he would simply remove this thing and find Asiv, and if his friend wished to simply burn them to ash then so be it.

[Mr. Kaar]

Quick motions would come from Hiroko's right side from behind as Leon would leap out from there and nail Hephaestus durring his blind charge in the gut, one of the very few places not on fire. Leon was indeed creeped out by this quit alot, but he was not going to be hindered by it. He would land from the somewhat flying kick and stand prepared to guard Hiroko-Sensei if Hephaestus charged again. Blue eyes found his young partner in recovering go up against the other one, but orders where not the students, so he would leave Aurues to do his thing.(Leon doesn't know about the split persons thing.) Or at least he believed it was Aurues, he looked slightly like him, but way different, Leon only kept his attention on his for a slight glance so he couldn't be sure.

He was waiting for his accomplice in this new job to show up and then leave, so he could get the hell outa danger of being BURNED ALIVE BY A FLAMING PHSYCHO!

[Razzo]

How interesting, a flaming idiot… or at least that was the thing that was running through the black clad males mind as he came shooting by, a black blur if you will while of course he had no interest in these pathetic creatures as rather he was on the job, this in mind he stopped before Hiroko, his left hand atop his head as he simply turned and looked up, his magicians smile wrapped on his face as he made no sort of greeting, quite differently he rather quickly heft the rather heavy male over his shoulder as he didn’t have time to talk, and thus turned to Leon.

“Leave that thing.”

He commented as he quickly took down the halls, his stride fast, of course he didn’t take the time to wait for Leon, considering he should have no trouble getting out of there, after all he seemed to have been doing fine before Jackal arrived and he believe that his rather uninteresting accomplish could at least manage that as his goal was to get to Asiv’s office, the students? Well they had there captain to protect them… not like it was his job, and of course after a good bit of sprinting finally he could come to a halt as he was right in front of the office, getting the meat tank off his back quickly did he push the door open while he looked over his shoulder.

“Asiv’s orders.”

The only thing he commented as he made his way in, Asiv had called him and Leon to the office earlier and of course shared with them something interesting, and well… he would wait to hear the rest of the story now that Hiroko was rather not near the clearly mind bent otaku cosplayers… or at least that’s what Jackal thought of them as he didn’t bother to knock on Asiv’s door and simply walked in, propping himself against the back wall and thus only waiting for Leon to catch up, his hat brim low while the slit was off to the right side of his head, his right hand pulling the brim slightly lower.

[Aris Love]

OOC: Hope this is 'Allowed'

Aris was uncomfortable. Sure a couple flaming lunatics were nothing special. But he knew that this was different, this was worse. These guys were out of their mind. They were not perhaps insane, just conceited. Conceited to the point of insanity. But on the other hand Aris also understood that they had a reason for it. After he saw how one of those guys simply flicked his arm to send the green haired boy flying. Well that was bad.

But Aris was not stupid. At the moment he had two things on his mind. The first was that Mitsuki was school captain and she would have to fight them. So he was not going to waste his energy now. He would save it until then. At the moment his thoughts were only on trying to find a way to get Mitsuki out of this. But then something else happened, something that triggered the all too familiar feeling of curiousity. A senior walked away and bid the others to come to him.

Now Aris was not planning on coming towards the flaming morons and try to stop them. He was much more in the mood to try and find out where the few strong people of this school were leaving to.
Aris quickly began to move behind Razzo. He did this mostly to try and not alert the senior. He didn't want anyone to make him stop, he was really curious as to where they were going.

He quickly stopped by the door as Razzo opened it. Aris stopped and wondered whether to go in and wait outside, but he decided he could here just fine from outside. So now he simply leaned against the office and made a distant look appear on his face. He was trying to make it so no one would take notice of him. But from outside, it was just fine because he could hear every word said from inside. Curiousity needed satisfying.

[Travis Delmonte]

And there is went. An unfamiliar student had just attempted to save Hiroko. Not that Hiroko really needed it. Travis' vivid blue eyes would pick up the sight of the boy. He had never seen him before. But that wasn't really any surprise, as there were a lot of students in this school that Travis had not seen or met. His eyes would travel to pick up others. A blond haired boy. And then a familiar Senior that Travis had met before. Jackal. Now his first instinct was to follow him. But his heart would not let him. His heart told him to stay put. To try and fight these crazy psychopaths.

With a sigh, he would square his body off and stare toward the Apollo-wannabe. The one that had just been attacked by the other student. The one he had not met before. Now, it probably wasn't exactly fair.. But Travis didn't care. This was not going to be a fair fight. He would fight however he had to. He would make sure that these monster's fell. Even if they had to double or triple team them. They couldn't be allowed to do whatever they wanted.

Having squared off, Travis would soon begin a dash forever. Hopefully Apollo was distracted with the other student, and he would have time to land some kind of blow. But what to do? Well, he would be approaching from the right side. His eyes locked upon that god-wannabe and he would be ready. His final step would be his left, as his right leg lifted and bent, he would shoot that foreword, heel aimed to slam against Apollo's right side.

With the way he sent the kick, his body would follow through. Hopefully if it connected, it would do some damage, or at least knock him away. There was definitely a chance that his attack could be stopped, so to help keep himself defended ,his arms would folded and placed against his body. His right bent and held just above his chest, his left lifted and held against his left side.

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With a casual stride, Saint made his way through the halls as though it was a normal day. In his hands was his book, The Iliad, in Greek. Due to the constant interruptions, some that were fine and others that seemed like something out of a nightmare. This place seemed to have a run of bad luck when it came to conflict, or did it just seek battle? Saint didn’t know and tried not to care, as long as he could get through his years here and onto college, it didn’t matter. Unfortunately this was not a normal day, not by a long shot, though second thought at a place like 259 it just might be. As soon as he turned the corner Saint was met by the sight of to men dress in elegant armor engaged in combat with a teacher and some students. What was going on? The momentary shock began to succeed allowing Saint to catch tidbits of information from their conversation. Asiv. Thief. Something had been stolen from these men by the school’s supervisor. What? Why? There were so many questions that needed to be answered, and so little ways to get those answers.

A realization struck Saint abruptly, the armor, the mannerisms… his green eyes shifted to his book. They were pretending to be the Greek Gods… no… they believed they were the Greek Gods. Apollo and Hephaestus were attacking 259 because a mortal had taken something of theirs. It was like a story straight out of the mythology books. Saint tried to calm himself, he was getting too excited over all of this. The solution seemed simple enough, go to Mr. Asiv and ask him to return whatever he took. Then a man garbed in black rushed through taking Hiroko with him, another student following after, garbed Saint’s attention. They seemed to be heading toward Asiv’s office, well it seemed he hadn’t been the only one who thought of it. It seemed everything would turn out fine in the end. Or so he thought until his eyes caught glimpse of a smoldering body of another student and across the hall was another mangled figure. Screams… flames…

[glow=gold,2,300]They saved him.[/glow]

“No…”

[glow=gold,2,300]You saved them.[/glow]

"No.”

[glow=gold,2,300]You saved them![/glow]

“Stop!”

Saint was almost shouting when he finished, kneeled over by the burnt and unconscious body, his head cradled in his arms. The sound of his voice halted the visions for the moment. Visibly shaken the freshman got to his feet, his arms falling by the wayside. He had not lost his composure completely, yet, but in his state almost anything little thing might send him over the edge unless he could find away to regain his grip. Slow labored breaths flowed in and out of his lungs, his bangs casting a deep shadow on his eyes as Saint strode slowly toward the so-called gods. What gave them the right? What gave them the right to do this? What gave them the right to do such things? What gave them the right? Saint kept repeating in his mind, as his fists clenched tightly. They would pay for this… they would pay.

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: I'm really lazy to read everyones post, so I did a quick skim. If I have any information wrong, please feel free to correct me.

She was in the middle of class when a student came barging in, sweat dripping down the side of his face as all the students in her class turned to look at the boy, except Mitsuki herself, who kept her yellow orbs placed on her book, asorbing the words. The boy shouted "Captain, captain" many times, and after a fifth time of him screaming the word, and him slamming his hand on her desk, she gave him her attention, her yellow orbs directing themself on the boy, putting her book down after marking her page. She had a questioning look in her eyes, since her face was covered by the usual black and blood red mask she had on all the time. He was still catching up to his breath, and Mitsuki could only guess there was trouble, since her eyes were directed back onto the door when she heard a faint scream.

"Two... Two guys... They... They're attacking students..."

That was all Mitsuki needed to hear. Once those words rang out of the students quivering lips, she arose from her seat, leaving her items on the desk as she elegantly made her way out of the room and into the halls where students were yelling. Screaming in agonizing pain. Her pupils narrowed slightly, her arms dangling at her sides as she pulled off her necktie and tossed it to the side, folding the sleeves of her black blouse as she loosened the top two buttons, as her legs continued to shuffle as her calm walk turned into a light jog. Her eyes directed upon another student who cradled a burned figure in his arms. She watched as he got up and made his way to two figures, who Mitsuki soon noticed. They thought of themselves as gods? Then what right did they have to come barging into this school and attacking these students to their deaths? What right did they have to even call themselves gods anyway? All these questions ran through her head, yet the most that called out to her was a familiar one.

She watched as two students were somewhat working together to attack one, but what about the other? Hephaestus? They had the names of the Greek gods, but did they fight like them? Her question was soon answered when she saw Apollo burst with his..."flaming gloves", or hands, if you will. It was a strange sight, yet Mitsuki would let the two students handle Apollo, as Mitsuki herself would go after the Greek god of the blacksmith's fire. As she drew near, she tightened the black leather gloves on her hands, and once she was around six meters away, she went into a sprint in a quick blink of an eye, making her way towards the so called god to attack him. Already having a strategy in her mind, all she had to do was follow through with it.

Once around six feet away, Mitsuki shifted her body weight ever so slightly. It was noticeable, and she meant it to be that way as she looked as if she were going to run past him, but she wouldn't be within reach. She'd be roughly six feet away from him as she ran. Her shoulders were loose, because Mitsuki was usually never tense when it came to fighting. Her red hair in a pony tail, her crimson bangs falling right to the side of her face as the girl with the mask took note of her surroundings. When she ran, she would run past him on her left, which was on his right side. Lockers would be between the two, which she could use for her advantage. As she ran, the exact second she passed his shoulder, she would leap on her right foot, and push off the lockers with her left, and with the speed and momentum she already had, she would aim a kick right under the back of his neck, which if it hit, then he would, and should be knocked out for a total of eight minutes, no more, no less.

[jakeyjake]

OOC: I couldn't make this post anything special because I was rushed at the end by my dumb ass parents, and I knew that you guys would abandon me in your tracks if I left without a post. Knowing that I won't be very active today, I took the liberty of not being in the action just yet, so all this post displays is how I am in the sidelines. Sorry if it is a little sloppy, I didn't have the time to proof read this beauty and perfect it.

Incredible, that was the only word that could describe this day in Jake's mind. To think that the odds of watching a display like this could be so rare, and here Jake was having a class one theater seat to the whole show. Two armor wearing Greek Gods against the foolish students who try to make a name for themselves through violence. It was a pity that people couldn't think rationally enough to realize that violence only helped vent the anger which was pulsing through every single vein inside you, that was it's true purpose. Of course, these people failed to see that, they actually think they could go against something which would probably be impenetrable. Think about it, they got armor to protect blows to their body, what was the odd of an attack successfully making it? Have they not even witnessed the speed in which these guys had?

Still, it was a nice sight to watch, what better way to see that crimson colored blood spill out of the bodies of the foolish instead of having a front row seat at watching it. Jake had been there from the beginning, since the stupid guy actually dared insult what they were wearing. Wrong move, people truly lacked common sense now days, Jake knew some what how they felt, though the cares toward it really didn't effect him much. Jake was standing away from the battle scene, his body was slumped against the locker, his brown eyes shifting left where the scene was taking place. It was extremely hard not to enter something which seemed so fun, of course, not to fight against the armor wearing gods, but to go against everyone in general, team work was something Jake cared very little about.

Unfortunately, he knew that it was going to be a foolish attempt, it would of been much better to watch them take their chances at trying to be some sort of hero. Rather these guys were gods or not though, it was evident they wouldn't be losing so soon, and even Jake realized this. That is why he was just relaxing, a smirk creeping onto his pale face, the sharp white teeth showing how sadistic he truly was. Yes, there was a few times where he truly found a sexual like pleasure when seeing violence, and this was one of those times. He was getting aroused by it as hard as it may seem, his muscles responding in every area, his body tingling wanting to see more, wanting to see these pathetic attempts fail. It made him envy the fight, wanting him to join, but knowing that it would ruin the show from being far away.

He did plan on entering, but not yet, instead he would just remain in the background. The man with the black hoodie on, the hood covering up his face making him look mysterious, and the baggy blue jeans to make him look as if he was any other punk walking the halls of this school. The only thing that stuck out on him was his glasses which rested on his nose allowing his vision to be clear, and the thing that was allowing this fight to be even more fun of a thing to watch. In due time, Jake wasn't going to be able to control his excitement, it was going to explode, and like he was the guts of his explosion, he would be ALL OVER ANYONE in his way. Soon enough... Soon enough...