Explanation (EVENT)

[Leon]

Dion was pissed.

Dionysus, the god of women and wine, was really pissed, for the past few weeks he had been scouting out the correctional facility, because he had discovered the truth behind it all. Sean Barker had Zack Asiv killed. He had stayed away from everyone, even using his old armor at night sometimes, like now, he wore a cloak old brown useless, but with the shoulder guards poking against the cloak like they where it was obviouse that he was wearing it.

He walked in when someone decided to walk out, Dion pushed passed whoever it was (topcat) and would walk in looking around. Those two boys from the breakout where there. And so was the Princess. But there he was, the new King. The one who was in all those pictures at Uncle Asiv's house with Sean and Ender. They questioned Malice, they questioned the two, they questioned why they should do it, and it made Dion even angrier.

"Why should you do it? Because Sean Barker killed Asiv!"

[narakunohana]

:D -ish in the Background, trying to look cool listening- Lulz. ;DD

A light chuckle would come from the direction of the door, a plush doll standing in the way of the students exiting the room (though if they insist on going out, they could by \\\passing through the floating little Ryu doll from the bottom).

As it seems, Layla had overestimated Mr. Malice's role in this entire ordeal. He was, to an extent, a fellow victim of this kidnapping incident. With the students unable to reach a clear and unified plan (to the point of irritating a few enough to walk out), they only ended up arguing between staying to train/rest and going there right away to at least try to get the eight students -- plus the one teacher mentioned -- out of there and back to safe ground.

Some, like herself and Marina, were people who were just there to listen in. Two more adults came into the room; neither of which she had seen before, honestly -- and began either offering help to the Supervisor and/or bitching about students being too rushed.

Can you blame them? They're teenagers. Layla, herself, was at a generous age of 27, and thus was more mallow and less temperamental.

Neither proposal were without pros and cons.

Waiting a week would lead to more suffering in the side of these kidnapped students. Heck, Layla very well knew the extent of mental damage a month without medication could do to Emily. If they didn’t act soon, they might as well be ready for a closet cannibal to roam around Long Beach for a few years. (OOC: -bites on everyone’s leg- OM NOM NOM! Ooooh, HAM.) However, it would make everyone involved in the rescue to be more prepared. To the looks of some of the students (including Winters, whom of which she and Marina had talked to a few nights previous), they were not in any manner fit for any such endeavor. Who knew what was waiting?

… and a week of training wouldn’t be enough. Most a week would do was giving these students a chance to recover from previous injuries – which would normally be a month, ideally – the state of urgency though, said that it had to be done otherwise.

Come to think of it—

If they did go now though, they’d have the element of surprise at their side—or not? Who was one to say? Remembering Winters’ break of paranoia as he revealed… certain… information, she’d chuckle lightly to herself. If they had chances to be heard from the Broadcast room, what stops this… mad man… from figuring out EVERYTHING they’ve talked about here?

Then it dawned to her: Neither decision mattered. Whatever this “Sean Barker” would be up to with those students, it wouldn’t be good regardless if they wait or not – the deciding factor would be if any of these students were in a condition to fight.

Layla would close her eyes and smile at it all. Would her opinion matter to these students? “If I may speak—I dare say we cannot afford a week, nor can we risk everything on assaulting this… Facility… now and basically endangering ourselves.” She would say, sitting straight. “Whoever wants to go and fight now—Go. Do as you please. But remember, you are not going there to put yourself in danger. You are going there to get people OUT of danger. To act all tough and reckless would lead to their further demise, as well as your own. What are you? Martyrs? Heroes? Those kind of people end up to be in trouble more than those they were saving. How sure are you that you already got what it takes to pass through enemy territory with minimal injury? Do you have the manpower? The will? Maybe a deathwish? Think about it.”

An elbow against the armrest of the decorated chair and she would smile further. How can a woman act so calm at such a tense scene? You’re dealing with Layla Clavering here, don’t expect anything less. “However, Mr. Malice...” she began again, looking at her co-educator with a serious expression- a hint of distrust showing in her eyes. His stunt with the enforcers did not do him any good, in her opinion. Then again, the Enforcers were mostly to blame for clinging to the power taken from them.

Victim, yet again? Or maybe intentionally making himself seem like so? “A week? Though considerable time for recovery and preparation on our end, it would be torture to these captured students. Or at least, that is what I would think… considering you mentioned, of all things to be done: human experimentation—one of the things that COMPLETELY violate the laws of Medical Ethics. I do not know why, or how this ‘Sean Barker’ pulls off these … experiments, nor could I say that the experiments he would do on those students… and that teacher, whoever he is… would have any negative emotional, mental, or physical effect on them but-- just you see if we wait a week – it is basically sending them off to a week more of whatever is brought onto them.”

She would sigh, expecting comments from students and fellow educators alike. Layla was a particularly slow speaker when she was serious, enough for her to be careful with the things she says. Something she learned from a certain blue-haired lawyer: “Take your time… but don’t take too long or you’ll miss it.”

“I ask, from everyone, to agree on this compromise: Two days.” She would say, leaning against the chair, head facing down and bright purple hair covering her face. “This is something that we cannot rush nor take in slide. We have to act soon, but it would be – daresay, stupid – to do it now. If you’re worried about the element of surprise, then forget it. We’d be more ‘surprised’ if we go there now, and end up outnumbered, outclassed and outlasted. A week is too long. Now is reckless. Two days, Mr. Malice. Two days.”

"Why should you do it? Because Sean Barker killed Asiv!"

A blink. "Asiv? That the late principal of this school, was he not?" she queried, "We should be more careful in what we do then... considering he could do something like that. Then again, it's not for me to decide, so I'll sit here and keep quiet~."

Then again, Layla had no clue who Asiv was.

[Zack Asiv]

Malice was going to make a sly comment acting like what she said was wise, even though it was he still had to act all big and bad, of course, he couldn't stop his reaction to the God Boy making his presence and information known to the whole room. As it where, many people at this school where effected by the passing of Asiv, and being one of the main reasons Malice even descided to take the job.

His eyes where narrowed slightly at the boy for breaking the control he had, most likely pissing someone in this room off either them being ignorant of what that would mean, or knowing full well the reason for that man being deceased. Malice would look to the teacher who was speaking before hand and to the two who had come in, as Malice had asked them go with the students if they so chose. Malice himself saw no reason to get envolved other than to see what could happen, how easily manipulated some people are. And they understood they where being manipulated.

"Now, now calm down. You bring up good points Ms. Clavering. Two days sounds good enough. These two are to accompany those of you radicles here to the facility as non-official aid fromt he school to misguided delenquints so as not to bring more attention to our already funding cut school. We are actually hoping this years baseball team can bring back some of the schools funds."

Malice seemed genuine in those comments, and finally descided to speak on Dionysus' comment.

"Yes, God Boy, another reason for this is because Sean Barker is responsable for the first supervisors death."

[David B.]

David frowned.

He didnt like it.

Not one bit.

He looked around the room, sighing as he took his leave. Theyre "mission" was either going to end in more of them being captured and tested on, or death. This Sean Barker isnt stupid, and would probably be waiting for something such as this to happen. David wasnt going to get involved. He exited the room, moving around people politely though he had enough strength to move them forcfully. While in his mind, his strengths would greatly help whoever went, he was debious of the man behind the desk.

Heading down the hall, he made for the front doors, deciding to spend the next couple of hours lounging in the courtyard grass.

[Zana]

Zan watched the scene with the Militia people off to the side as he sort of tuned out the noise around him. Hmmm...he felt quite confused. Technically, he was part of the Militia and as such, should follow the leader, abide by their decisions, and Sieg Hiel! or something along with the rest of them.

But for some odd reason, he felt a bit hesitant to simply follow along. As for the whole Sean Barker and the captured students?

Sounded serious. Sounded deadly. Sounded like...well...another one of those life/death situations which he frequently saw and experienced around the school. Oi

The conversation took on a tone when the teachers spoke. The gravity in their voices seemed...stunning, and even worth meditating over. Captured students who were being tested on while the people gathered here would supposedly go in and rescue them while trying not to be caught by some lunatic who performs experiments on people. The risk wasn't worth it. At least for him it wasn't.

Shuddering, he listened to the talking going around him and was about to leave- he couldn't stand the tense atmosphere. However, he did hear something about Asiv.

Who was Asiv?

He did not know. Yes, he would remain ignorant to the fact that the first supervisor was killed by the Sean Barker fellow. If that was true- then the place where they were about to go posed even greater threats than the fights around the school.

Shaking his head a bit, Zan walked out of the room- a bit dazed and a bit lost.

What the hell had just happened.

[Zack Asiv]

"Well boys and girls as you all may notice, Sean Barker is probably well equipped and prepared for such things as this... But it would seem Mr. Zack Asic had one last gift to give. Please head to the third floor south building to the closed off area."

For those of you who want the gift please PM me and i will give you the password to Mr. Asiv's Secret Labratory.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Much of the below is a repeat of what everyone has said, but to stick to character, going to try to go about this thoroughly. Also... seriously, no one acknowledged Whin's intro into the room, like he was nothing. A bit rude guys... and kinda God-Modding, perhaps, of the minor kind, but you get what I mean.

Re-Cap And Acknowledgements

"Is there anything else about this that we need to discuss?" Delilah, once again taking to the initiative. Strong girl. And it was obvious in how she spoke and held herself. A matter of situating, the German took this time to observe her as she addressed the Supervisor. "Before we do anything, we need information. And we both know that what you've given us is not enough."

Fighter spirit. And provided she'd improved over the last time, since they had fought... As for the other questioner... 'Saint'... Yes, him, still in "Unfettered's" mind known as the hypocrite---stayed quiet, and seemingly 'accepted' this, with a passive look. Later on, the German would think over this course of events, playing with the phrase 'Watch Out For The Silent Ones'. However, for now, the German would only take note and quickly dismiss it. He couldn't read that pillar so easily---Or perhaps pride and the silent mental grudge blinded him slightly.

In fact, the latter was probably the more plausible, as he didn't even notice the unknown person staring at him... the 'transfer', he didn't know he was to hold his 'racism' against just yet.---

*SLAMWHUMP*

Knocked forward, placed a little bit close to the door, "Unfettered" spluttered out a bit of blood, knocked over by the sudden force that flew against the back of his body.

"WHERE IS DETA TEYFOUR"

...Shit. Really? Was it 'that' guy?

The dust cleared, and the German struggling, pushed himself up, looking at the newcomer... Yep. It was him.

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

*Twitch*

"...Hallo..."

Squinting and grinning, trying not to show how much pain he actually was in, he pressed himself up a bit more, stretching himself, 'til his right arm could reach for his cane, and hobbled his way up. Grunting, he moved behind, a bit to the left, of Delilah. Very earnest to avoid another accident like that, as much as possible. A very forced grin to suppress the pain continuing for the next minute or so.

Hell, the boy had seemingly incapacitated himself, falling face forward onto the floor, a dog leaping onto the supervisor's desk. All in all, comical. And even more so by the fact that it appeared as though everyone was trying their best to pretend that little embarrassing incident never happened.

"...God, I zink he's bleeding..."

As if on cue, a bit more people filled in, but the German, intent at the conversation at hand, forced himself not to pay heed.---

"If I may intrude"

---What. Seriously. Again? More interruptions?

Grunting like an old man, "Unfettered" looked about to see what looked like a man in dire need of skin cancer. Paler than white itself, walking into the room like he owned the place, the German's eye kept tracking the man, 'til he had settled by the supervisor's office.

"To answer your question, 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...." turning to the hero of Metro City, the man "Unfettered" knew as 'Cody', as if he'd heard something very quietly whispered, "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"

Tsking noises. At first, the boy began to get agitated, but he realized, that was the whole goal. And suddenly, it became funny. And the German began to smile. This man, if his get-up wasn't clear enough, was increasingly easier to read. Combined with the German's manipulation of his own emotions, and... he saw a potential new tool for him to use.

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

"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"

...This was seemingly becoming routine. A sweet sounding voice with such bitchy words... "Unfettered" turned to face and see 'Mountains'.

"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"

"Kekekeke..." shaking his head at the whole ordeal. Really? Seriously? "Wow... so wir haben unkultivierte kultivierte Leute hier, Huh? UND Ein, von der sie schwarz ist? Don't look now, Delilah, I zink I may die of laughter..."

Now. Not to contradict what they said. Obviously what they said was true. Without a plan, it would be as simple as handing yourself over to the correctional facility. Teenagers did tend to think that nothing could stop them. But the amount of unnecessary words, for people who were trying to 'help' them was pathetic. This would only fuel his plans, though, so he no longer frowned at their sharp words. They would all end up adding fuel to the fire, and feed his growing plan. More pawns to the chessboard. "And just who are you guys?"

The boy from before spoke up. And... surprisingly, without an ounce of aforethought malice in his tone. Interesting.

"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."

Bingo-Presto. But, there was one person getting fed up with all of this bullshit. And giving the guy a glance, he nodded in acknowledgment. "I'm outta here, when you get a good plan and this stupid thing is over, come fill me in..."

*Grin*

"Ja... you've got it, man." giving a curt nod, with an accompanying smile, as he looked forward again, not noticing the man who was walking in, to listen in all of this---

"Why should you do it? Because Sean Barker killed Asiv!"

---WHAT!?

Eye wide, shaking. Suddenly, his heart pulpitated, and he coughed up more blood, violently, clutching his open hand to his chest.

"...Vat?" he hissed out more than just a little loudly. But then came a familiar laughing. Not really scolding so much, but... he did not even need to turn around to see who it was. The woman who had him convinced that she knew where his friends were kept at. And she brought about, perhaps, the most logical issues to light, as per say to the waiting time of the victims, their (or more personally, his own) conditions of health. However, the compromise she brought about... two days? No. That would force an acceleration of his own plans to a drastic measure. Her ignorance of the late Mr. Asiv, however, more than peeved off the German a little, who became decidedly very quiet throughout the whole procession.

...But that did not stop the fact that now the German knew who was responsible for the former supervisor's death. Looking at the boy, he couldn't place it... but he seemed to remember him from somewhere. What appeared to be armor, sticking out, at his shoulders. "Now, now calm down. You bring up good points Ms. Clavering. Two days sounds good enough. These two are to accompany those of you radicles here to the facility as non-official aid fromt he school to misguided delenquints so as not to bring more attention to our already funding cut school. We are actually hoping this years baseball team can bring back some of the schools funds."

So, the plan was already set, then. But then, they needed a way out. Fight their way out? Hah... in his condition, he was an invalid in this type of plan. He'd have to make up something of his own. Already more than enough to bristle someone's backhairs, the German watched with contained monotony as someone left. And for good reason... though, perhaps, a slightly differing one of that, as to his own.

"Yes, God Boy, another reason for this is because Sean Barker is responsable for the first supervisors death."

"Tch...---"

*COUGHCOUGHCOUGH...*

No, not meant as an interruption. But his bodily fluids reacted in a terrible way, his hand going to his mouth, as he went into another violent coughing fit. As he bent over, he looked about at everyone, his sight going hazy for a moment. Looking at Zan, Delilah, Rem... those two, the teachers, at... God, his sight was going red. Clearing his throat, he pressed himself up. A haggard look on his face.

"Well boys and girls as you all may notice, Sean Barker is probably well equipped and prepared for such things as this... But it would seem Mr. Zack Asic had one last gift to give. Please head to the third floor south building to the closed off area."

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-_x

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"...Understood... 'sir'."

Looking at his comrades, he began to walk hobble out. Screw his health. He had a job to do.

Mr. Asiv was waiting for them, after all. Up there, in the third floor south building.

The closed off area.

[Yahto Fang]

Throughout the whole procession of questions, answers, theories and proposed plans, Yahto had been watching and waiting patiently from his spot near the door and John Ong. To be perfectly honest, he was actually starting to get a little irritated with the dramatics some of the people present were using. What should've been said in five words or less was being said in fifteen to twenty, so to speak, and it was starting to get under his nerves. The appearance of Count Pedo Serj and his pet bitch Dieudonnee didn't help matters, either. He was still quite irked at those two for creeping all over and roaring in Arim's face, respectively. He felt his lip curl a little bit into a bestial snarl when they started talking.

That, and he was still quite oblivious to a lot of the school's past history just yet. From what he could gather, this Barker character who ran the Facility keeping the students hostage killed ol' 259's last supervisor, a man named Asiv. What made it even weirder for him was that the guy to reveal that little fact looked like something you'd see at the Renaissance Fair. Although, he supposed that couldn't be any weirder than Ms. Clavering's choice of ninja attire. Releasing a barely audible sigh, Yahto lifted a hand to rub at his eyes as if he being forced to listen to someone scratching a chalkboard with their nails."So he's a kidnapper and a killer. This just gets better and better." Yahto muttered under his breath. The sarcasm almost stung even him.

Regardless of that, it still didn't do much to change his current stance on the situation. Let those who wanted revenge be the ones to take it. He wanted no part of that, save for the rescue of those trapped inside the Facility. Everyone had their own reasons for going, and Yahto could respect that. After all, he had his own as well. Most of it was just wanting to rescue fellow classmates, but he also viewed it as an opportunity to test his abilities and hopefully get stronger. After all, if he couldn't even do this, then what chance did he have of reaching his ultimate goal in life? And surpassing that certain someone?

His head perked up when Mr. Malice's words caught his attention.

"Well boys and girls as you all may notice, Sean Barker is probably well equipped and prepared for such things as this... But it would seem Mr. Zack Asiv had one last gift to give. Please head to the third floor south building to the closed off area."

Now they were getting somewhere. With that in mind, the Chinese/Cheyenne boy pushed away from his spot on the wall and started to head for the spot directed by Mr. Malice. But not before casting a final glance at a few others in the room before disappearing. Namely Arim, Brunhilda Delilah, and Short Round Rem. So far, they were only people at this school that he really gave a rip about just yet. Arim was obvious enough, but he wasn't quite sure about the other two yet. But he had a feeling that would change all too soon. Whether the others would be friends or enemies... Only time would tell.

[Rem]

Throughout the discourse, Rem stood silently in his corner, listening intently. Usually, conversation that didn't involve some reference to a video-game, anime or movie would pass way above his head, purely out of sheer boredom. However, this time it was personal. His baby sister had been taken. He HAD to take this seriously, as hard as it was for him. Judging by the other students' reactions, they were as well.

"Well boys and girls as you all may notice, Sean Barker is probably well equipped and prepared for such things as this... But it would seem Mr. Zack Asiv had one last gift to give. Please head to the third floor south building to the closed off area."

Interesting. Maybe he should give this a try? He'd seen Delilah and Arim in here. He'd wait on them to decide before making any decisions.

[John]

John had heardeverything, Sean Barker... That man... Then it was hin, then that God.... Dionysus, john was so close to killig that boy. But now seemed Asiv had one last gift to give. He had felt more at ease since Yahto was near by, meant he had a semi-allie within close confides. But when Yahto descidedto puh off and head out, John would follow, movng sightly faster, and speak to Yahto as he passed so as to give a slight secrecy to it.

"I may need your help later."

And with that he would keep going towards the Secret lab.

[Windsor (Whin) Johnson]

Huh luckly no one noticed me falling all over the place, so i sunk to the back of the Room picking my new found friend off the desk... while people came and went....i had no idea what they were talking about, but the Mr. Malace said

"Well boys and girls as you all may notice, Sean Barker is probably well equipped and prepared for such things as this... But it would seem Mr. Zack Asiv had one last gift to give. Please head to the third floor south building to the closed off area."

what,.... oh boy was I confused i dident understand socal customs in general my only presesnt friend, was a dog... well if playing along with this ment finding Deta and my father i must so i followed Winters outa the room..

[Delilah A. Black]

"Kekekeke....Wow... so wir haben unkultivierte kultivierte Leute hier, Huh? UND Ein, von der sie schwarz ist? Don't look now, Delilah, I zink I may die of laughter..."

Delilah's lips tugged at the corners slightly. She only picked up a little bit of German in her travels, but she got the gist of it. She wholeheartedly agreed; the man...Mr. Castlereagh, right?... gave her the creeps. The woman was no better, and it was out of feminine pride that made Delilah scowl at her. What was the deal with these two anyway? They looked like they could do a duet of Ebony and Ivory.

She continued listening to everything the teachers and students said. Mrs. Clavering had good points...a week would be stellar...but was it plausible? They were working on a strict time line...if they were to be successful, they needed a plan, one that wasn't liable to get them captured. This whole thing was beyond suspicious, but what choice did they have? She wasn't jumping into this without any information; that wasn't her style. If this was the only way to get information, then so be it. She'd just have to be wary. The fact that Dion (she remembered him from a brief encounter a few months back) burst in and shouted that Sean Barker killed Asiv (whom she had little to no recollective memory of) was disconcerting. It only further proved her earlier statement; they weren't getting all the information.

"Well boys and girls as you all may notice, Sean Barker is probably well equipped and prepared for such things as this... But it would seem Mr. Zack Asiv had one last gift to give. Please head to the third floor south building to the closed off area."

Her eyes narrowed, but she turned with "Unfettered" and began walking out of the building. This was information. They needed it. And she'd be damned if she wasn't getting all of it. She tapped Arim's shoulder and frowned. She didn't want the naive girl involved in this...but it was her choice, not Delilah's. She motioned for her to follow and nodded at Rem. Her eyes moved to Yahto and she scowled at him. It was an "I know what you're thinking, you stupid jerk, and Imma kill you later" look. He still looked a little crispy from their fight (not that she was any better off). She walked out of the room, trying to keep the limp out of her step.

[Rem]

Rem saw Delilah moving after the others, her limp expertly hidden, but as plain as day to him. He raised a hand to gain her attention. No dice. She didn't see. Sighing and digging his hands into his hoodie pockets and sidled after them.

[Serj Castlereagh]

"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 thats true or not has yet to be seen, I'm just stating what it looks like from my perspective."

Serj's permanent smile stretched. He conked himself on the forehead with his hand. "My apologies, where are my manners?" He inclined his head. "I am Mr. Castlereagh and this charming young woman is Mademoiselle Dieudonnee Aguielle." He gestured to the black woman standing beside him. "Convenient, perhaps, but I assure you, I probably know less than you do."
He glanced over at the young boy leaving the room and shrugged. He didn't have to know what was going on to know that it was a mistake. Ah well, that was the boys prerogative, not his.

He gave Mr. Malice a cheery, knowing wave as the children left the room, and he followed, still smiling serenely, winking at Arim as he passed.