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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 22, 2008 17:09:27 GMT -8
Delilah's eyes narrowed at her former employers explanations, chooding to stand rather than sit. Her thinking increased when she was able to move, and she wasn't still by any means; shifting unconciously from foot to foot, she remained deep in thought. Yeah, they were all connected, the way a brake and the axels of a car are connected, but each has it's own exclusive purpose. Winters sounded almost...malicious upon mentioning he wanted a 'gut game'. It didn't help that she held a clear view of the Nazi eyepatch. She couldn't help but feel uneasy about that.
Delilah was a Hebrew name, after all.
Her eyes moved to watch Gabriel, as his expression clouded over with frustration, but not of the game. She watched the peices played and her eyebrows went up in recognition. She frowned deeply, and flicked her eyes to Unfettered. What was his game, anyway? "You want to thrash apart the whole system then..." she murmured, nodding. "A Boston Tea-party thing, mm? Tell me, General Washington, what's your first order of business?" her tone was a touch condescending, but it was because of where the game she watched was headed. And she wasn't liking it. Not in the slightest.
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 22, 2008 20:45:41 GMT -8
"Sounds rather reckless to me, but what do I know I just got here?" ---The German grinned at the sudden reaction... But now, he'd put himself in an increasingly tight position. The rook had come out to play. Fingers hovering over a pawn, he withdrew it. Leaving his bishop there would allow it to die to the Queen without retort. Unacceptable losses, in other words. At the same time... attacking with the bishop would... With that matter, the other---
A grin. Another gamble. An uncertain spot, but just enough to apply a certain amount of pressure."You want to thrash apart the whole system then..." A raised eyebrow, as he turned his head, just as he moved his Bishop from G4 to F3."A Boston Tea-party thing, mm? Tell me, General Washington, what's your first order of business?""Ahh... she speakz!" he replied quietly, chuckling a little, as he moved his eye back to the game. Smiling quietly, but settling down, "Vell... zat iz a first... First time, I vas compared to Hitler. Now, to ze First President." Unable to resist, he looked up at Miss Black.
A strange smile on his face."Zere can be no successful revolution vithout a long-term plan." he replied elusively. Winking at Gabriel, as this was indeed a huge clue as to why they were still playing chess, before returning his view. At this point, however, the most he knew was that Gabriel was curious. But he did not know if he was interested. Miss Black, on the other hand... he had to give her enough information to satiate her, for her boyfriend's sake and hers, while still maintaining things to an unknown degree, as... with her condescending tone, he was completely uncertain of her stance."...Zat, und a few more things, at any rate...---But 'Chocorem' will be providing a very vital role, vonce ze ball gets rolling... My reason for bringing asking you here, Miss Black, should be obviouz."
"Und open to interpretation... namely, yours."Pause."Und yours..." slowly looking at Gabriel again, before looking at the chess board.
Feeling around, perking up his ears. There were still people around in the library. Aside from them... And while many were pretending not to hear anything, this would spout off various rumors.
Good ones, bad ones...
But rumors nonetheless.
This too would be essential... In the short-run, anyways. Chess Plays:| White | Black | | e4 | e5 | | Bc4 | f6 | | d4 | d6 | | Qh5 | g6 | | Qh4 | a6 | | Kte2 | b5 | | Bd5 | Ra7 | | Ktb3 | c6 | | Bg8 | Rg8 | | g4 | Rh8 | | Bh6 | Bg4 | | Rg1 | Bf3 |
OOC Edit Note: ...Stupid image... It is the bishop that is drawn out to being moved, right? This was the image I posted, before editing, but I did edit it before I posted it up initially... so... ja. |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on May 25, 2008 12:21:46 GMT -8
Gabriel hesitated as he noticed the bishop so close to his king's resting place but he recovered quickly as to not let his opponent notice his moment of indecision.
fuddling with his pieces he quickly glanced between the board and the conversation that was going on.
he flopped his hand to move the rook from G1 to G3
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Post by Delilah A. Black on May 30, 2008 17:10:19 GMT -8
Delilah's frown deepened at this, and she felt herself bristle in her indignation. Cool it, girl she told herself. You know and you don't know. Let's see how things progress. Her pale blue eyes moved to the chessboard, pinpointing Gabriel's move. They moved back to Unfettered. Delilah would still remain standing, wrists clasped behind her back, her grip tightening steadily.
She didn't like this. Not one bit. The entire aim of this group, while Delilah did agree that the Enforcers had needed to get gone, was explosive. But she still needed answers. She liked Winters; he was a good man and was a good fighter. But she knew where she stood. But even Delilah knew that even her self-loyalty needed to be tested.
"Hypothetically speaking," She said slowly, maintaining her cool demeanor. "If I were to join militia...what role would you have in mind?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 9, 2008 21:55:24 GMT -8
Interesting Offer Exchange Grinning slightly, but not with absolute confidence this time around, the German looked at the movement of pieces. "Hypothetically speaking,"---Hmm...? Hypothetically what? Quietly, the German's gaze towards Delilah. "If I were to join militia...what role would you have in mind?"Oh?
This was a first... someone else confronting him about his own gang. Call it paranoia, but...
*Clickclack*"Aye...? But vat vould be ze purpose?~"Your purpose, of course. What do you intend to do?
The German's mind was on the road again, taking in every bit. Maintaining his smile, with lack of confidence in his eye. Preliminary-wise, he had intended on asking her, but was arguing with himself over the matter...
And for more than one reason. Chess Plays:| White | Black | | e4 | e5 | | Bc4 | f6 | | d4 | d6 | | Qh5 | g6 | | Qh4 | a6 | | Kte2 | b5 | | Bd5 | Ra7 | | Ktb3 | c6 | | Bg8 | Rg8 | | g4 | Rh8 | | Bh6 | Bg4 | | Rg1 | Bf3 | | Rg3 | g5 |
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 15, 2008 8:51:45 GMT -8
Gabriel had no choice but to recoil his queen ignoring the conversation going on between the two "old firends"
all he caught from the german's cryptic talking was they were already fighting over the speration of powers,
"how childish" he thought to himself
gabriel moved his queen back to H3 with a reluctant sigh
now he relized what this game was about 'power'
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 20, 2008 11:56:42 GMT -8
Enough Information---For Now He looked at Delilah... and then over at his opponent, 'Gabriel'. Finally, at the chess set. This would be satisfactory, for the time being.---Before whipping out his phone, and taking a quick---*FLICK*"Zer... if ve're gonna continue talking about zis, ve might as vell get somewhere more... discreet, or more noisy, ja?" Grinning at Miss Black and Gabriel, abruptly standing himself, hands on the edge of the table. Cutting off himself and Delilah before he'd give her a chance to think more properly, re-thinking a few things himself, as he grinned with a sense of 'genuine-ness', or...-NO MOVES: POSTPONED BUT SAVED?-Chess Plays:| White | Black | | e4 | e5 | | Bc4 | f6 | | d4 | d6 | | Qh5 | g6 | | Qh4 | a6 | | Kte2 | b5 | | Bd5 | Ra7 | | Ktb3 | c6 | | Bg8 | Rg8 | | g4 | Rh8 | | Bh6 | Bg4 | | Rg1 | Bf3 | | Rg3 | g5 |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 23, 2008 13:33:40 GMT -8
"Aye...? But vat vould be ze purpose?~"
Delilah raised an eyebrow at the statement and thought for a moment. What would her purpose be? Well, since the statement was completely hypothetical... The raven haired mechanic shrugged flippantly, and had been about to reply when "Unfettered" had gotten to his feet.
"Zer... if ve're gonna continue talking about zis, ve might as vell get somewhere more... discreet, or more noisy, ja?"
She tilted her head and let both of her eyebrows drift upwards. A wry smile pulled at her lips, and she nodded, tucking her hands into her deep pockets. "Ja," she agreed quietly. Her gaze flickered over to Gabriel as she awaited his decision. It didn't really mater to her; either way, this boy was going to know what he was getting himself into.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 23, 2008 16:26:32 GMT -8
Gabriel was studying the board over hesitantly as the decision came about to avert the conversation elsewhere.
He looked up to catch Delilah's gaze assuming they were all waiting on him.
"Guess we'll have to finish this game up sometime later"
he said geting to his feet ready to follow curiously headlong into the unknown.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 24, 2008 1:25:20 GMT -8
To The Fields "Ja,""Guess we'll have to finish this game up sometime later"Nod.
*ClickClackClackClack...*
Methodically setting up the chess board back to the starting position, he nodded once more to his new compatriots. "Follow me, zen."Pocketing his own hands, he began to stroll, casually, out of the library. He'd look back, wait for Gabriel and Delilah to catch up before he'd press onward to that one place... Hopefully 'that boy' wouldn't be there though.
Provided, however, both of them caught up to him, he'd slow down his pace a little bit, purposely moving them into areas where there was much chatter. A tinge of nervousness on his face, but never breaking into his voice...~"Vell... thoughts? I can only do so much. Battle planz, strategies, tactics, ze big targetz, politics, propaganda, the Student Body, ze 'Major Playerz', und ze School Staff... And zen, zer is uz. Vat do you think?"While, in the tone of his voice, it was asked out of curiosity... to the person who was more properly observing, given their circumstances, he was testing the two of them. Getting a feel for their mental capabilities.
One, or perhaps both of them in particular, he was interested. And for more reasons than one.
Whisking his hair behind his right ear, he would only 'tsk'. Perhaps he was due for a haircut? |
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Jun 25, 2008 12:50:57 GMT -8
"Vell... thoughts? I can only do so much. Battle planz, strategies, tactics, ze big targetz, politics, propaganda, the Student Body, ze 'Major Playerz', und ze School Staff... And zen, zer is uz. Vat do you think?"
Delilah heaved a sigh at these words, leaning casually against a nearby wall and blowing a stray bang out of her eyes. What did she think about this whole endeavor? Closing her eyes, she exhaled out of the corner of her mouth.
"What do I think of Militia..." She murmured to herself, her blue eyes remaining unopened. "...I'm not sure what to think. I agree with everything you explained. The transfers are out of control, the enforcers...well, thank the God's they're gone, but they can't be allowed to come back. The drugs are out of control, and students are missing...that needs to be stopped.
"On the other hand," she said with a bit more of an assurance in her tone. "In order to make this change follow through...will the end justify the means?" She opened her eyes to look at her former employer. As usual, her eyes weren't smiling, even as a smirk played across her lips. "I understand that there must be sacrifices from both sides if we're going to make anything work...but the people in between..." exhaling in frustration, Delilah ran a hand through her black hair, the tattoo of the Red-wing black bird flashing past her vision for a moment. Retracting her hand, she turned the inside of her wrist towards herself so that she could look at it, remembering what it meant to her.
"Hmm..." She suddenly stuck her hand back in her pocket, a new resolve taking form around Delilah like an aura. "Mr.Winters...I've been all over the world. I've seen children shot in front of their parents, I've seen cars totaled and blown up in the name of an idea. I left a country moments before a genocide began. Rebellions, public executions...you name it, I've seen it, was maybe even involved in it. I understand where you're coming from..." Her eyes took on a brief hint of a smile, but it faded as quickly as it had been there. "Because no matter where I went, I only have one home, and that's this school. I'd do anything to protect it, and I sincerely mean anything. At the same time..." Delilah dropped her eyes. "There will be so much...violence, I guess. All in the name of a cause. No one ever asks the bystanders if they want a bullet in the head, or want to be taken hostage, or watch a child's arm land in their lap. Will the ends justify the means? The destruction? Will it ever end?"
Delilah paused, her eyes still trained on the ground beneath her feet. "Mr. Winters...I support your ideas and the cause...I'm still not sure if I support the means." She sighed again and turned, leaning her whole back against the wall and staring away from them both. "...Not unless I have a lot more information." She added with a hint of dryness.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 25, 2008 17:19:13 GMT -8
Gabriel came to follow Unfettered till they began to speak again.
"Vell... thoughts? I can only do so much. Battle planz, strategies, tactics, ze big targetz, politics, propaganda, the Student Body, ze 'Major Playerz', und ze School Staff... And zen, zer is uz. Vat do you think?"
Gabriel was somewhat perplexed, he had alread heard so very little, this nazi before him was preaching to take down the emplaced school government which seemed to be struggling but continued to maintain a group of very powerful leaders.
"power, thats what you want isn't it?" the dark aura in his mind taunted him with disgusting delight "He's weak and is holding a grudge let him lead us to what we want." the voice was strong within its confines. Gabriel fought the temptations though they they left their scars.
"I've heard that there we're some taken,"
"If so we must get them back to bolster support"
Gabriel's gaze shifted from Delilah to Unfettered with admirable courage
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Post by topcat on Jun 26, 2008 15:57:44 GMT -8
Down the hallway, a young man named satori walked, attempting to find the office for his stupid classes he of course stumbled into the library, things always seemed to work like that. He wiped the last bots of blood off from his last fight, hoping to god his nose wasn't broken, it certainly didn't feel broken at least.
Satori, always having been one for a good read didn't shy away when he saw the library though, instead he ventured farther, looking honestly for a good poem book, as he adored poetry.
"If so we must get them back to bolster support"
Che cosa è questo? get whom back? it didn't take much to lure Satori's interest, and that was certainly enough. Precepio, meandered the rest of the way around the book shelf, innocently grabbing some of Robert Frost's work as he went. with little intuition he walked around the corner and toward the three surounding the now ignored chess board.
he knew in a moment they would notice him walking toward them. "Mind if I cut in?" he asked, his slight new york italian accent working it's beauty to his simple words. Satori didn't know what kind of welcome to expect, but he knew, somehow in his gut, that whatever people they needed to get back, it was important
Satori had already heard little tid-bits of the several captured students around school, with a little bit of hope he wanted some answers, and maybe if he just listened he would find some.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jun 26, 2008 17:42:45 GMT -8
OOC: Ah. Now I remember. Emily and Andrew Mattrum have both been captured, as well as Leon. The five others, however, have not. Also, guys, now that we're away from the chess place, and now that we have four people in this thread... I'd suggest setting up a post order: "Unfettered", Gabriel, Delilah, and Satori. There is a method to my madness, I assure you all. Also, as to my usual style, 'not gonna copy everything Delilah said in my post, since its too much.  Deeper Thoughts, Played Emotions, & The Newcomer For a while, the German didn't say anything. And this, in fact, gave time for a newcomer to walk up by them. A passersby, a person wanting in on the latest gossip? The German stayed his tongue---"Mind if I cut in?" Pause. The German stopped walking, and looked at the other two, as if to say 'hush', as he looked at the newcomer."Possibly... but zat depends. Vat vould call you in to cut in on us, mm?"Mention of the missing students (of which one of them he knew to be Emily), peeved him off, but he did his best to twist his expression into a smile.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Jun 26, 2008 17:51:46 GMT -8
(OOC: Madness, roflcopter, this is sparta!)
Gabriel noticed the newcomer and caught his scent of blood resting in the air and knew who he was, rather than acknologing his presence he continued to look for an answer from 'Unfettered' hoping that he hadn't punched a nerve with bringing up the captured school mates noticing a slight pause to his reply.
(OOC: Better?)
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