Explanation (EVENT)

[Rem]

"Planning on leaving me out of this, boss... I'm appalled."

A whisper. Rem had sidled up behind the other two soundlessly.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Pardon the double-post in one round, Mr. Malice. ^_^;

Not The Right Place To Whisper...

"Planning on leaving me out of this, boss... I'm appalled."

<_<;

Remaining as he was, the German began to fidget where he stood. "Pfft... sticky armpits...", he'd mutter, as he bumped one of his shoulders into Chocorem, shamelessly scratching his free hand at his underarm.

As in... 'stick with your plan'. Information couldn't be freely dispersed here, after all, not everyone was on their side... Gabriel's mission would need to be done more quickly, due to the rapidity of information Mr. Malice was giving out. However... the goal of 'when' it should start and 'when' the preparations should begin were already set.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah snorted derisively at Cody's statement, but remained quiet; she knew he was right. What peeved her is the fact that he said in many well chosen words what she had said in six. She wasn't one to jump in on something without information; many of the people in the room could vouch for that then and there. She'd assumed it was a given.

The raven haired mechanic listened to Malice, picking each word over in her mind. She trusted the supervisor about as far as she could throw him. Then again, there weren't many teachers she trusted in this school. However, she'd have to make a special circumstance. And whether she liked it or not, this guy was their best and luckiest bet to getting those guys out of the facility. She'd just have to be extra cautious.Even so, she knew that Mr. Malice had more on his mind than he was letting on. That disconcerted her.

She glanced sideways at Saint, then moved her eyes back to Malice. Since "Unfettered" had stepped back, she was left standing at the front, watching the supervisor both passively and warily. She didn't like this mess at all...at the same time...

Delilah ran a thumb over the tattoo on her wrist and her resolve firmed. No. Her sense of loyalty was stronger than the pain in her chest. Delilah Adele Black had never backed down from a challenge, no matter the personal cost or her state.

Ever.

And she sure as hell wasn't about to start now.

The blue-eyed girl was in full agreement with the boy who asked where Malice would be. Yeah, that would be interesting to know. It"Is there anything else about this that we need to discuss?" she asked flatly. "Before we do anything, we need information. And we both know that what you've given us is not enough."

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Saint stood silently as Malice gave the answers to the questions posed, but their were still pieces that felt like they were missing. The main one being why Sean would take Ender… why not mention that earlier… it didn’t taste right in his mind’s mouth. But the thing that bothered him most was the very first item said by this new supervisor, if Saint had heard it correctly of course. So much swirled around him with inter-student struggles, external attacks on the school, day to day duties, all piled on top of his everyday coursework and life was enough to make a head spin. Within that greater context, within this dilemma the pillar felt trapped on all sides.

A soft sigh left Saint as he moved to grab the print sheet of paper and look over it in detail, memorizing what he could. What he knew: Where the facility was, it was already a hostage situation with eight/nine of them being held, Malice was hiding something, Sean knew they were going to come… sounded like a trap. He sighed again and handed the paper to the student who had first tried to organize their rescue effort to be. Saint didn’t have anymore questions though he waited to hear the response to Delilah’s comment but beyond that he had a bus to catch…

… to the docks…

And from there…

… a five mile walk to come to a peace…

Sure Malice had said they could wait and survive a few more days but how could he, or any of them for that matter, be sure of that without inside knowledge. Saint had no healing to due… no training would suffice in such a short time. Foolish… yes.

[David B.]

David's eyes slipped over to the German as he spoke, listening to the what the fellow believed to be the possible actions of the man behind the desk. They were cheap and expendable, in as many words. He didn't know if he really liked the way it was put, but he had already come up with that as a possible conclusion. He wasn't anyones pawn, to be used at whim; he wasn't the type to pick fights, so why should he go through the trouble of rescuing a bunch of students he didn't even know? He hated the thought of what was being done to them, but other than being this mans lackey, he didn't really see any alternative, unless one of these students stepped up and took charge of the operation themselves.

And it sure as hell wouldn't be him.

Not again.

He looked over the paper after a few others had they're chance, memorizing it, then turned and simply walked back to the back, near the door, leaning against the sill as he waited for any possible information. He wouldn't be a pawn for this mans disposal. He had been the pawn of someone in power before, and it didnt end well. If, and only if, a student took the initiative to approach him about some sort of temporary alliance, THEN he would go, if only to help a possible friend. He looked around the room, his gaze lingering on the German and the blond one who had spoken up about a plan. Yes, he would help if they asked, though unless they somehow knew that he would be of aid to them, he doubted they would even count him as a possibility. He looked at everyone else, knowing that, if any of them approached him within the next few days, he would help them too.

But only if they had a plan, and were serious about it and not just wanting to be the hero and get the glory.

If nobody approached him, then he would leave this battle up to the rest of the students here, and once the supervisor was finished giving all the information he wanted, David would take his leave.

[Windsor (Whin) Johnson]

"ZzZZZzzzzzz"
my, my.... normal people have hard lives... ok so blending in with american teens, i do not do so well with, is it truly my fault i was raised as an assasion,...... mission update 1. cant find my father 2. cant find the one Named Deta who people seem to call "Dots" and finally 3. im sleaping in a hallway because i pissed some people off by calling them dudedog, hey i thought it was what i was saposed to do, so none the less the stuck six skunks in my Van....

as i was mopeing in my sleap a dog came up to me, and took a piss in my open mouth, i jumped to my feet and just before i punted the Wolf looking, i heard the intercom buzz and some man call people up to the offace about missing students.... DETA!, This is my chace i began to dash, and after bearly taking 3 steps i was pounced down by the "mini wolf" i was about to teach it is lession but right before i fliped around and kicked the, Thing, that was licking my kneck i felt its aura, It was astounding it had a ShenKi Aura much like mine... i think i have finaly found a friend . i let it sit on my shoulder as i dashed to the offaceand on my way i saw the make out couple i met the first day of school and i once again slamed the man head in to the wall, and laughed...

"HEllloooo Buddydog"

after i said that it hit me i had to call the dog on my shoulder somthing, the funny thing is he reminded me of my father so i dicided to refer to him as Warror at apoclapes point, or for short Waap..

I saw the door and slamed through it and i might but acidentaly hit some one but who cares i now had a Friend, Waap,. as i slumpled over a bit of rug i shouted

"WHERE IS DETA TEYFOUR"

stubling a little more i saw a german i knew.

" Oh Hey... um..Winters dog, dude"

i fell face first on to the floor and Waap lept up on to the desk and let out a long Howl.....;

[Yahto Fang]

"Hm. So good ol' 259 shows its true colors at last. Students being taken and being experimented on? Seems like I struck it rich when I came here." These were the words in Yahto's mind as he listened to the questions posed and answers given by the Supervisor, Mr. Malice. Like a few others before him, he had been a bit preoccupied when the announcement had been given, and was forced to show up a bit late for this meeting. Personally, he had no idea if the others in this room would consider him a "Heavy Hitter" quite yet, but then... Well, he didn't care. He knew he was tough, and that was all he needed. Besides... Some of those names Mr. Malice had rattled off belonged to people Yahto (kind of) knew, and none of them were bad people. A little misguided and a little hot-headed, but who wasn't? Besides that, Yahto also knew that he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror anytime soon if he didn't do anything to help. Either way, this was bound to be the most action Yahto would probably see in a long time. There was no way he could pass that up.

Saint had been right when he called him a Survivalist just after their meeting with Delilah on the rooftop weeks ago. But this wasn't any petty squabble between teenage thugs in a run-down school. This was serious business, and a lot more so than any gang war.

As soon as he had quietly arrived, Yahto had managed to surreptiously sneak in close to where John Ong was at near the door. He had also chosen to keep his mouth shut and just listen to what the others had to say. From the sounds of things, most of what needed to be asked had already been voiced. Both of his arms were covered in white medicated bandages up to his elbows, a little homemade treatment after his bout with Delilah. A few spots of red stained the area covering his knuckles, but his fists were doing a lot better since then. Chinese Medicine. Go figure. He also recognized a few of the others in the room, particularly John, Rem, and Brunhilda Delilah, but the rest were only people he had seen in the hallways off and on.

But even so, the aura of sheer power in this room was almost stifling to his senses. The air was practically drenched in it.

[Cody Travers]

Cody ignored everyone in the room practically now, seemingly as more than enough tension had made its way into the room. It becoming bigger now. Cody listened closely to Saint as he asked a vital question which rang a bell in his head.

How DID he know..?

"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..."

"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."

Cody said nothing..Ignoring everyone else, except for when he was given the sheet of paper by the smart one.

He was indeed smart..

But..

"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."

...Are you serious?

That's a suicidal problem right there!

Something fishy was going on as he eyed the sly supervisor..Moving his eyes to the holy man near him. Handing the paper to the next person he approached the Student Body President. Passing by him he whispered in his ear.

"..This has trap written all over it..You're intelligent..I can tell you want to go right away..Meet me at the bus stop when this is over.."

Cody whispered before flowing back into the crowd..

..Yes..

Info was what they needed first..

..Before anything else.

They were suffering, and yet Malice insisted on Training or Healing..

Cody needed neither..

..It was almost as if he didn't even care about the other students..

Sad..

Cody formed back into the crowd..Saying nothing more..Putting his handcuffs away..

(OOC: Short post..Sorry..Not feeling myself)

[Serj Castlereagh]

"If I may intrude" a voice casually queried. If one were to glance over, they would see Serj leaning against the door frame. If said person had even looked a second before, they would not have seen him there. It was almost as though the pallid man was a ghost and had walked straight out of the wall. Smiling cheerfully at those who turned to glance his way, he strode into the office, leaving the door open for Dieudonnee behind him. "I apologize for being late, but I overheard most of the details. I believe I know the situation" he stood beside Mr.Malice's desk, still smiling serenely. "To answer your question", he addressed the boy who asked Mr.Malice where he would be in all this. "My lovely companion here, Dieudonnee and I will guide and assist you in this entire endeavor in anyway we can. And do you really believe...." he turned his eyes to the school pillar and the blonde boy, "That you can do this without the help of others? Seems a bit selfish to me... Do you even have a plan? Because it looks like you're trying to play the hero" Serj shrugged noncommittally.

However, other than that brief statement, Serj stood back and watches as his old "friend" was barraged by other questions. In the meantime, he observed the students. He knew Mr.Travers from the day before, as well as Mr.Fang, Ms.Black and the boy called REM(!!!!!). His eyes flicked to the other students for a moment, and made a tsk-ing noise. This was all one big cluster fuck, and nothing would get solved unless a plan was formulated. For one thing there were many injured in the room, did they really expect an assault in a hostage situation with grievous injuries? He let his eyebrows raise and he looked at Mr.Malice, "You have anymore information for the students? Or may I take it from here?".

[Mademoiselle Dieudonnee]

Without fail, the African woman trailed behind Serj, waiting to enter inside like he did. Silently facing forward, the woman folded her arms over her large chest and remained with a stone-cold disposition. When Serj trailed towards Mr.Malice's desk, Dieudonnee followed and stood nearby Serj. It was hard to tell if Dieudonnee was observing the students like Serj or not, due to the platinum hair covering the upper-half of her face. She seemed to have no general interest in the conversation at all, that was, until she raised her head from staring towards the ground through her hair. She had heard the brief whisper as he did before, but what would be a statement without Dieudonnee adding on some of her "douchebaggery" to it?

"It's not selfish, it's down-right retarded. If you think you can infiltrate such a place successfully on your own, your Mom must've dropped you on your head one to many times when you were a baby" Dieudonnee rolled her eyes underneath her mane of hair and sighed heavily, like she was explaining the most obvious thing in the world. "Bloody teenagers, think you're invincible. Listen to the damn supervisor, he knows a hell of a lot more than you do. This isn't some little bicker with your parents about cleaning the sink properly, this is a hostage situation... idiot".

[Arim Urem'der]

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And as inevitably as the bloody tides, there was one. One who did not consider herself anything near a Heavy Hitter in the school. Alas, she had a strong curiosity that put toddlers that stuck there fingers into light sockets to shame. No, she was intruding into this huge mess because she was... stalking, following, observing Mr.Castlereagh and Ms.Aiguelle. Previously, she couldn't help but notice the two passing by her in the hallway, heading towards the office after the announcement. It wasn't fishy in the least, but she thought she should check it out at the very least.

So, there she was, keeping a good 8 meters behind the two. After dotting as quiet as possible behind them, she watched carefully as they entered the office. Her eyebrows knitted together and she shoved her hands into her pockets. Arim hated to accuse people on a small encounter, but there was something that didn't sit right.

After Mr.Castlevania and Ms.Personality entered the room, she made a quick movement to hide behind taller members in the crowd. She was small and timid, not nearly well known in the school, she wouldn't easily be noticed, and she milked that advantage for all it's worth. She didn't want to make it look like she was following, but she had to hear in on this as well.

[David B.]

Davids eyes snapped to the man who suddenly stood beside him, looking over his gaunt frame as though wondering why the fellow was choosing now of all time to "intrude" The man went in, followed closely by a woman whose chest belonged on the statue of liberty. His eyes followed them to the front, a little wary at this sudden new development. The man turned to him, surprisingly, and stated that they were going to assist in every way. He wondered, briefly, what he meant by "guide" but chose not to continue with that particular subject. He was about to speak, when little miss buoy boobs spoke up, insulting most of those who had tried taking a step in the leadership direction.

David sighed, then came forward a little again.

"And just who are you guys?" He asked politely, not at all in a hostile way like many may think. After that question was answered, he went on to another, longer statement, letting everyone in the room take it how they will.

"Look, i don't mean to seem like i don't care about the students there, because i do. Though i don't know them, and probably wont grow to know any of them much past a wave in the hall, I'm more than willing to help bring them back. However, to me, it seems like all of this is just a little too convenient, and it seems like we're being used or set up. Whether thats true or not has yet to be seen, I'm just stating what it looks like from my perspective."

He shrugged, looking to the pale man to see if he could gage a reaction from him, or some sort of response. He didn't bother with the silver haired one, since she was more than likely to bite his head off then help him solve the inside battle of whether he should go or not.

[Mitsuki Park]

"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, Olesya, 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."

Out of all the names spoken, Mitsuki recognized two to be acquaintances, if you could call it that. It was a bit disturbing to hear that there was a possibility of those who were listed were being experimented on with drugs. It was sick because who knows what kind of damage it'll do? Exactly why they're like little lab rats, guinea pigs, whatever you want to call them - that is, if they're really being tested on. This was like a rescue mission - one a bit similar to her own rescue mission which happened a good year ago. One she didn't need if Asiv didn't steal who knows what from his ... step-brother, was it? In fact, now that she thought about it, a lot of the major problems are happening, or have happened, because of the principal's mistakes.

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

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

"..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.."

My, my... What do we have here? A hero?

"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..."

Hnnh. It was interesting to see a student act up. Not to mention kind of disturbing, because Mitsuki was not used to such an authoritative tone - not from strangers, anyway. He was kind of bossy, but then again, who was she to talk? He seemed angry, a bit serious almost, but again, just like many other events, Mitsuki remained apathetic about the whole ordeal, as if people here were making a bigger deal out of it than necessary. Maybe Mitsuki was beginning to find this whole thing to be a joke - something she could laugh at if she weren't so stoic. Regardless of the situation, however, she kept silent, only listening the input from others as they voiced their opinions one - or two - at a time.

"Is there anything else about this that we need to discuss? Before we do anything, we need information. And we both know that what you've given us is not enough."

She looked over the sheet of paper, easily memorizing the page. Reita had given her multiple tests with the subject of memory. Before and after pictures, sequence of numbers, the memorization of names from a very random group of people that he had gathered from the streets. Safe to say that if Reita didn't train Mitsuki, then she would not only be the school captain of this school, but memorizing an entire page worth of detail would be near impossible.

"You have anymore information for the students? Or may I take it from here?"

She was curious enough to wonder what this guy knew that Malice didn't. They both seemed considerably older than the students in the room, which also sparked a bit of interest. Just how were they connected to the whole ordeal, and why would they want to help them? Would good would they get out of it? Unless they're doing it out of pure kindness, which, no offense, is utter bullshit. So all in all, who were they? And it wasn't too long until someone popped the question, which I'm sure many others were thinking.

"And just who are you guys? Look, i don't mean to seem like i don't care about the students there, because i do. Though i don't know them, and probably wont grow to know any of them much past a wave in the hall, I'm more than willing to help bring them back. However, to me, it seems like all of this is just a little too convenient, and it seems like we're being used or set up. Whether that's true or not has yet to be seen, I'm just stating what it looks like from my perspective."

Mitsuki could only imagine how the conversation went with the students that were supposed to - supposedly - rescue her from the wanna be pricks. What'd Asiv do, anyway? Bribe them?

[Deleted]

It seemed one person was willing to go with Saint though perhaps he was misreading his intentions. They all were to an extent. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Saint knew there was a trap and he was going to walk right into just to find out why this man was kidnapping students and what he was experimenting with. Granted his chances were slim but their was no element of suprise to be had. So as the woman with the personality of a tack said "infiltrate" by himself... simply knock on the door.

There was an offense to what the before her said, implying Saint wanted to play hero. To the pillar it meant all his actions were guided by nothing more than a desperate grasp for attention. If this school could just get along in peace, Saint would rarely heard from again spending most of time reading quietly away from the crowds.

In any case Saint no verbal or gestural reponse... let them think what they wanted.

+phone post

[topcat]

All satori thought was three things as he reached the german. 1. there where to many damn people hiding in shadows, and leaning against the wall, and trying to act cool, it was very pathetic when everyone did it. 2. there where too many people trying to play leader here, and eventually people would start bickering or simply ignoring each other and trying to shout orders over each other... 3. he already knew who his supposed leader was.

He leaned toward the german. "I'm outta here, when you get a good plan and this stupid thing is over, come fill me in..." Satori said simply before waving goodbye and walking calmly out of the room