Explanation (EVENT)

[John]

LATE!

Damn, John heard the announcement and was on his way... But was stopped on his way. Stupid punks wanted to play some games, to keep him from getting information, thats just something he didn't like. The white haired tan boy did make it to the office though, walking in standing in the doorway when Winters demanded to know where the correctional facility was.

Thats interesting, if the cut on his forehead didn't hurt so much he mite wonder what was going on, but if Winters was this pissed about something, then it had meaning, and effected someone as cold as that german (Yes, a Pun, EAT IT!).

John would move out of the door way, into the large office, and wait to hear what happened next. Cleaning his forehead of the blood that was running down it. Had to stay at the top of his game, ya'know?

[Stu Pott]

Stu arrived at the office in due time. He had heard the announcement, and also knew that his darling Olesya was among the missing, or so he thought.

He would do whatever it took.

He was probably the weakest, but whatever.

[Homi Shiela]

Homi listened carefully to the message, reserving all commets until the end, and listening as others came in later and spoke out. "So what are we planning on doing about getting them back?" she asked louder than was required, her voice rasied at the thought of Bastille and needles which was probably included in the "experiments."

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah was limping walking through the halls when the announcement came over the speakers. She hadn't been paying much attention to the world around her; she was far more focused on not displaying any pain. She refused crutches and bandages for her cuts and more serious bruises, much to Rem and Arim's dismay. But Delilah Adele Black was not a damsel in distress in any way, shape or form, and nor would she ever be. Not even after that fight with Yahto...that bastard. The speakers would crackle with feedback overhead just as Delilah was rounding a corner to the next hallway

"Okay, students. We have been missing some people since that little outburst of battle with the Enforcers, I would like all the 'Heavy Hitters' of the school to please come to my office, if you would be so kind."

She paused mid-step, the effect throwing her body slightly off balance. Delilah caught herself and stumbled, her cracked ribs throbbing painfully in her chest. Breathing past the pain and trying to make the spots in her vision go away, Delilah dropped her bag and turned her heel, heading back down the hall to the office. Was she a heavy hitter? Delilah felt herself grin wryly. Maybe. She didn't give her fighting style of the (in)frequency of her fights any amount of credit. This was more out of curiosity than anything.

She entered the office as one of the last few, standing, gratefully, with her back leaning against a wall, hoping silently that no one would hear the breath rattling in her chest. She sat back an listened. This could be vital. She looked around the room and noticed a few familliar faces, including Saint and...Mr. Winters? Delilah blinked quizzically and shook her head. If she wasn't a heavy hitter, than they certainly were.

"I'm galde you all showed up. From the announcement I mentioned people where missing, well, three went missing just after the war against the enforcers, and five more durring. Which is eight total. Their names are, Emily, Bastille, Roland, Masaru, Dots, Olysia, Leon, and Matthew. They where taken by Sean Barker, warden of the Correctional Facility. They are most likely being experimented on, or having new drugs tested on them, whatever little sick game Sean's playing these days... But I'm positive they are there."

Delilah's arms twitched reflexively when she heard that. Taken? She ran a mental checklist...she had no idea who Bastille, Dots, Masaru and Leon were, but the others...she knew. Her body began to shiver, as if she were cold, her ice blue eyes narrowed to slits. "Dammit all..." She hissed beneath her breath.

She looked up as "Unfettered" took the first step; asking where the correctional facility was. Delilah felt herself smile a bit, but it was bitter. She felt the same...drug testing? "Hmph..." Delilah pushed herself back up off the wall and stood next to Mr. Winters. "What do we have to do?" She said in a low voice, her battered hands clenched at her sides.

[David B.]

"I'm glad you all showed up. From the announcement I mentioned people where missing, well, three went missing just after the war against the enforcers, and five more during. Which is eight total. Their names are, Emily, Bastille, Roland, Masaru, Dots, Olysia, Leon, and Matthew. They where taken by Sean Barker, warden of the Correctional Facility. They are most likely being experimented on, or having new drugs tested on them, whatever little sick game Sean's playing these days... But I'm positive they are there."

Now, wasn't that just interesting.

David didn't have a damn clue who any of these people were, but he heard of the facility since he had been here. Oh yes, he had heard of that...place. He wasn't exactly the type to be gung-ho about fighting, but the rumors of that place boiled his blood into a red fury. He could already feel the anger welling. He watched as a few of the people gathered spoke, most recognizably the German, who stepped up and asked the question David had been wondering himself. The boy looked like he wanted to rip the man behind the desk apart, then tear apart the facility, though David didn't know how much good he would do while injured the way he was.

Not moving from his spot against the wall, David didn't say a word, he would watch, and wait, and see what everyone else asked. He was most interested in what this man was going to do about it, and what he wanted them to do. It was obvious that there was a role to be played on they're part, and he wondered what exactly this guy intended for the so called heavy hitters of the school.

One thing was for sure.

This "Sean Barker" would release those kids, or pay dearly.

[topcat]

Satori watched, sick of how many people where hanging on the wall he kicked off it, slowly walking toward the center, the fighting italian in him screamed to be at the center, though his common sense told him the fact that he was both new, and probably very weak compared to everyone else made his mind push against his legs to no avail.

"So what are we planning on doing about getting them back?"

He turned his head slightly to the girl who had mentioned that, Satori took one quick look up and down the man sitting behind the desk before turning to her. "thats, just it, I don't think he will organize us to do anything about it, he wants us to handle it, on our own" Satori hissed, looking back toward the man, looking like a smug godfather who never had to do any of his own work.

Before the girl would turn to answer him, if she did, Satori noticed delilah get closer to unfettered. Curiosity struck in satori, and his low attention span brought his legs wandering into their direction.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel raised his head recognising his fair share of the names called but didn't react quite as overtly as the others around him did, he watched as the others made their cases on friends and loved ones, he saw pain in some of their eyes. And as soon as 'Unfettered' burst forth with a couragous statement, bolstered by rage and valiant effort, Gabriel saw the pieces comming together and found his own sense of pride in taking up the fight to save the captured. It was time for action, this talk was over for him, he was ready as he approached 'Unfettered' and planted a strong grip on his shoulder without saying a word but meaning more than a thousand words could ever mean.
"I'm with you"

[Cody Travers]

Newcomers..

Lates..

People casually strolling in as the number of people continued to grow within the room..Even a pair of teachers were now present in this giant group of ragtag warriors known as students, in other words. And yet Cody stood back. Watching from the shadows as everyone stared and asked about what was going on. Clamboring and such.

Noting only one person he knew..

"Unfettered".

Giving a slight nod to his presence, and a small glance to everyone else he continued to pull his attention towards the supervisor.

"From the announcement I mentioned people where missing, well, three went missing just after the war against the enforcers, and five more durring. Which is eight total. Thier names are, Emily, Bastile, Roland, Masaru, Dots, Olysia, Leon, and Matthew. They where taken by Sean Barker, warden of the Correctional Facility. They are most likely being expiramented on, or having new drugs tested on them, whatever little sick game Sean's playing these days... But I'm positive they are there."

Several students..

None of which he knew.

Sean Barker?

Never heard of him.

Correctional facility?...

...

...

...Cody sighed. And yet others had suprised looks on thier faces..Some angered..Some betwixt with emotion..

..Except for that girl and her dog.

Watching some of the reactions from his point of view..A saddened thing..Indeed..

"Unfettered"..Or in this case..Mr. Self pact, had taken his first step.

"Das. Correctional. Facility. Ver. Iz. It?"

Geh..

..Same old Thrush..

"So what are we planning on doing about getting them back?"

Another young girl asked..Geeze there must've been much more at to this at stake..

"What do we have to do?" Said another young girl..

Her, along with "Unfettered" Seemed to be getting quite irritated..

This wouldn't do..

Cody waited for his moment.

Standing close to the window, everyone agreed on thier share..But this wouldn't do...Not at all..

Not. At. All.

"I'm with you" Said one, grasping "Unfettered's"Shoulder..

That was it.

Cody had heard enough, emerging now from the crowd of people, the blond did something interesting to get the attention of all the questions, and to settle a certain German's anger.


...*CRACK*...


Sounded a loud whiplash from Cody's handcuff chain which he had just snapped, rather loudly in between his arms..

"Enough.." He spoke, walking towards the Supervisor's desk to speak.

Though, everyone wanted thier opinion and questions..

Cody would halt them here.

"..I understand the questions, concerns and anger coming from you people. Though, I don't know any of them..I will say this..

..If we want to do this..We have to do it right..And carefully.."

Cody had dealt with this kind of situation before. No less for the "Hero of Metro City".

Regardless.

"..Let's calm down and let's look at the facts..Before any of us charge in there..

..If this Barker guy, is any short of smart, he knows that we'll be coming..And with that, we have a hostage situation on our hands..

..A bad one..

..And since he was able to kidnap some of these students so easily..I don't doubt that he is a calculating man.."

Looking at the ragtag group.

"..What we need, is a plan..A plan that won't harm the captives..Crashing in there headlong will cause serious casualties..Especially with our numbers.."

..He turned to the head of the show, Mr. Malice.

"..So let's think..

...First of all..We need the location..

Secondly, we should think about the best case scenario..

And thirdly.."

He faced the others.

"..I want all the information on this, "Barker" that you know..." Cody snapped at the Supervisor.

[Deleted]

Saint gazed around the room as the supervisor gave his explanation of what had happened to the students and given the previous events that surrounded this place… he wasn’t surprised. He noted those he knew in the room and was actually impressed by it, John, Ms. Clavering, Mitsuki, Delilah, and of course Jonathan who seemed to already be on a warpath rescue mission. The pillar admired the intention but if condition and demeanor were taken into account than his adversary, there really wasn’t a better word to describe their relationship at the point as Jonathan has his distaste of Saint and in many ways the reverse was true, was in no way ready for such a heroic attempt.

"Enough... I understand the questions, concerns and anger coming from you people. Though, I don't know any of them. I will say this... If we want to do this…We have to do it right… and carefully... Let's calm down and let's look at the facts...Before any of us charge in there... If this Barker guy, is any short of smart, he knows that we'll be coming…And with that, we have a hostage situation on our hands... A bad one... And since he was able to kidnap some of these students so easily…I don't doubt that he is a calculating man... What we need, is a plan. A plan that won't harm the captives. Crashing in there headlong will cause serious casualties. Especially with our numbers... So let's think... First of all. We need the location. Secondly, we should think about the best case scenario… And thirdly... I want all the information on this, "Barker" that you know..."

Impressive… someone taking charge of the whole mission in a rational sense but Saint foresaw one oversight that could prove more costly than any other. The pillar stepped forward with a question, which could easily be lied about but there was little alternative at the moment.

“I want to know one thing before anything else… how do you know that these missing students were taken to the Correctional facility by this Sean Barker?”

It was laced with suspicion of the man sitting behind the desk. With how quickly any bit of knowledge seemed to travel around this place it seemed odd that no one knew anything until now. He didn’t have to say it but Saint saw the possibility that Malice was in league with the very man everyone seemed to be ready to go after. If that was the case then any plan in this office would be pointless and nothing more than a trapping for more subjects.

[Zana]

Mad dash..

Zan tried his best to enter the office without making much of a disturbance. Those dang motors in his head were clicking relentlessly…

“-Which is eight total. Their names are, Emily, Bastille, Roland, Masaru, Dots, Olysia, Leon, and Matthew. They where taken by Sean Barker, warden of the Correctional Facility. They are most likely being experimented on, or having new drugs tested on them, whatever little sick game Sean's playing these days... But I'm positive they are there."

Students, students- yes. The more the merrier so to speak. Yet, the tense atmosphere in the room seemed quite unforgiving as several emotions played out- like a mix-n-match movie.

As he stood there, in the room with all those other people who had a thing for fighting, caring, or just having fun, he felt at ease. Ah…..his attention turned back to the little bit he managed to hear as he entered the room.

He had followed a few people here- being curious. And here it was! The main man was talking about experiments and whatnot, as the whole situation turned for the worse. At least, that was what it sounded like.

….What was the situation?

The only immediately familiar name which struck a nerve was “Emily”- the girl who shared a fascination for aliens with him. Yay. A friend in need needs help indeed- no?

Then his mind connected the word….experiment. Hmm…like those horror movies like The Fly and The Blob and The Frankenstein. Except, these people wouldn’t be turning into giant rampaging fly demons, or jelly like, morphing, globs of goop. They would probably be subjected to those Nazi experiments back in World War 2.

That’s not good.

And who the hell was SEAN BARKER? Seriously- he sounded more like an actor than a mad scientist. And Mr.Malice had called him sick.

Zan made a note of this and decided to bring it back up as a humorous memory later on.

[Rem]

“-Which is eight total. Their names are, Emily, Bastille, Roland, Masaru, Dots, Olysia, Leon, and Matthew. They where taken by Sean Barker, warden of the Correctional Facility. They are most likely being experimented on, or having new drugs tested on them, whatever little sick game Sean's playing these days... But I'm positive they are there."

Rem stood silently in the corner of the office, his height no doubt allowing for some stealth, though it wasn't at all necessary. Upon hearing Malice's other statement, Rem clenched his fists. Just another testament to how bad of an older brother he was. He'd let his younger sister get caught up in something that was.... too much for the diminutive teen to think about. What was this Sean Barker guy up to? Whatever it was that Malice intended, if it meant saving Emily, he'd do it.

[Zack Asiv]

Good, anger, malicious intent, it was interesting how a few names effected these guys. Asiv had once said that these students would stand against anything if it meant saving a friend... Like they where back in the day. Man Alex missed Zack right now. He would listen to the one student step forward and announce a calm solution, that was a good idea, because judging by the heavy hitters that he knew of, John and Jonathon, both of their conditions where in a royal mess, then Mitsuki, and Saint where both here, good fighters and polititions in their own right, Mitsuki being th ebest fighter here, that he knew of. He heard the stories, how she beat Hades himself almost single handedly.

How Saint stood against Hiroko Katashi and Sean Barker durring that first day assembly. Good stuff, good stuff. And then Malice had witnessed first hand Winters ability to fight and rally students. That John Ong fellow, he had yet to see or hear anything special about him though. Interesting.

Saint brought up an interesting question he had not expected, not one bit. Malice smiled widely.

"Thats why I think you are the most interesting of those here, Zack... See, he is also holding one of my friends. You mite of known him as 'Ender', he was Supervisor before me, if I'm not mistaken... See, Me, Ender, and Asiv where all friends..."

He left out the part that Sean was also one of the group. But he still had some things to say on the matter.

"As some of you may know of special abilities certain fighters hold called a Qi, may even have some yourselves. Ender was able to get a message out to me, I checked attendance, made some phone calls and found out they where missing, I've had an informent keeping an eye on Sean ever since Asiv told me he had been hired for school protection... Ender contacted my informent, my informent told me about the 8 students that came in, and I confirmed it."

He hit print on his computer and a paper came out, a map from the school to the correctional facility, only 5 miles north of the docks.

"As for information on Sean Barker, that will take me a few days to compile, if I where all of you, I'd be healing and/or training. They have been there this long, a few days of preperation wont kill them."

~Yet.~

[David B.]

David finally came off the wall, starting forward after the supervisor finished his sentence. He didn't know if his background was known to anyone here, even to the man behind the desk, and he had kind of hoped to avoid finding out by just sticking to the background, being behind the scenes, and coming in under the radar. Now that he had totally squashed THAT idea, he wasn't going to just jump into the fray without asking some questions of his own.

"So, you call us students to deal with the situation. Why you don't get some higher authority in on it, i wont ask, but what i will ask is this: Are YOU going to be going with us for whatever "mission" we may be going on?"

He wondered, simply because to him, it seemed like they were the pawns, the pieces to be moved about at his whim. If the man was serious about some sort of coordinated strike, assault, retrieval, whatever the hell it was, did he intend on fighting for it himself, or would he just sit back in his chair and watch as the battle unfolds?

This was of interest to David, one among many, and within the next few days he would find this man again, and question him deeper should he be allowed.

["Unfettered"]

Licking The Wounds, To Round Up The Pack

"So what are we planning on doing about getting them back?" came the second voice to actively participate. Albeit, a bit loud, but the concern was obvious. More than that... a girl's voice. Letting his eye swivel a bit over to her direction, he caught a glance of someone who he was most definetely not familiar with. Everyone here seemingly had a stake in this, it appeared.

"What do we have to do?"

A familiar presence came up, to the German's side. Recognizing the tone, the German could only grin, as he erected himself up a bit more sturdily. Justification. He had long been planning, but his rage was at the boiling point, lowering to a simmer. The fact that she was complying, reacting, meant he was doing something right, or at least, so he'd think.---And on his other side, a strong grip, right on his shoulder. He had to tighten his own grip on the cane, so as not to fall... *CRACK* "Enough.."

Apparently, this growing sense of general emotion had taken to a sour spot for a certain someone. Initially, there was a slight bit of distaste, but he stopped himself. Allowing himself to take the backseat, the German, remained still, listening. The first was to settle the emotion. Next, to draw out the point of creating a plan. Another claim to 'calm', even though no one even knew where the place was. And then the analysis. And in everything he said, the German saw more than a large hint of himself. Their egos would rarely, if ever get along, but for now... No. He had other priorities. And though rage was displayed... the German was already ready. The time was soon in coming. The catalysts had been many, provided, and all the doors of opportunity were stepped through.---

“I want to know one thing before anything else… how do you know that these missing students were taken to the Correctional facility by this Sean Barker?”

Ah. The hypocrite spoke. As much kindness as this man attempted to bereft, "Unfettered" couldn't help but admire the damage this question would do, and the amount of attack in faith on the faculty's part. Instrumental. The flow was amazing. Letting arrogance speak again, the German couldn't help but feel that things were going as according to plan, almost too smoothly.---No. His plan went far beyond himself. Even the German's own flaws were necessary tools in order to regulate the proper economy of the balance of power in the school. In a way, he was a tool for the school. But then, this was for Public High School #259, after all.

Quieting his pride, and listening into the restlessness of the group, he waited a bit more, listening, waiting still, until the Supervisor himself chose once more to speak~: "Thats why I think you are the most interesting of those here, Zack... See, he is also holding one of my friends. You mite of known him as 'Ender', he was Supervisor before me, if I'm not mistaken... See, Me, Ender, and Asiv where all friends..."---

O_X;...

Now, this was unexpected. Cold sweat covered the back of the German's neck, hidden beneath his white hair. Connections, connections, and more connections. Friends??? Mr. Malice and Mr. Asiv?---

"As some of you may know of special abilities certain fighters hold called a Qi, may even have some yourselves. Ender was able to get a message out to me, I checked attendance, made some phone calls and found out they where missing, I've had an informent keeping an eye on Sean ever since Asiv told me he had been hired for school protection... Ender contacted my informent, my informent told me about the 8 students that came in, and I confirmed it."

Re-confirmation. A rescue mission---But Mr. Malice wasn't ordering them to do anything.---Dammit. Suddenly, the German began to confirm some fears, gaining acceptance of a larger threat, but his entire body remained rigid.

"As for information on Sean Barker, that will take me a few days to compile, if I where all of you, I'd be healing and/or training. They have been there this long, a few days of preperation wont kill them."

It dawned on the German, the full extent of this man's intelligence. The calculations, the acceptance of what was going on.---Hell, this was potentially the largest threat he'd ever seen... A man aware of the 'flow'. A bit of coincidental strategist. Mr. Malice. Looking to his sides, he looked at Delilah and Gabriel, nodding, before hobbling forward, loosing himself from Gabriel's grip with a light shrug, as his free hand went for his pocket, taking out his cell phone, as he looked to the freshly printed out picture. A map.

*Click*

Hobbling back, he did not look again at the Supervisor. That was all the information that would be needed... From here on, they'd have to prepare themselves, to gather themselves, just as the Supervisor suggested---Or perhaps more accurately (but dramatically, at least in his own head), prophesied.

---"So, you call us students to deal with the situation. Why you don't get some higher authority in on it, i wont ask, but what i will ask is this: Are YOU going to be going with us for whatever "mission" we may be going on?"

Legitimate...

...

...Perhaps...

"Publicity. Too much of it, I zink?... Pluz, ve're cheap, replaceable, and underneath ze public's radar..." Just a thought... No guarantee on accuracy, but "Unfettered" was quickly becoming a pessimist on these matters.

...Started up, and strung along by the new Supervisor, but there wasn't anything anything left to do by follow the script, and play into the Supervisor's hand, whatever it called for. Or into the drug peddling and apparently maniacal Sean Barker? Whichever the case, the German couldn't tell. Hobbling between Delilah and Gabriel, he moved behind them, choosing from here to be more among the background. Recuperate a bit, from all these realizations of the mental opponent's crushing blow on him. Leaning suddenly on the boy with green eyes, he appeared to have lost his balance---

"Gabe... after zis, begin. Ve need to accelerate our plans." he whispered in an undertone, before standing himself up, and looking back towards the Supervisor.

[Gabriel Seran]

As 'Unfettered stumbled onto Gabriel he caught a few words
"Gabe... after zis, begin. Ve need to accelerate our plans."
it was whispered too low for the others to hear, Gabriel followed with a quick nod and allowed 'Unfettered' to pressumably get back into the group and make less of scene, or whatever his further plans were.
Gabriel knew his duty, but he was still curious, though slowly relinquished back to his prior spot in the room, relaxing a little, preparing himself for the road ahead.