Joker and the Thief (Invitation Only)

[Mademoiselle Dieudonnee]

Looks like Andrew wasn't quite as swift as Dieudonnee had guessed. Excellent, on her part.

Wrong move, Andrew...


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The coin contacted with the floor, the already unstable state making it shake lightly on the ground and glow momentarily. Suddenly, the coin burst into a violent explosion that covered a good portion of the hallway.

A small, yet effective message.


She wouldn't put up with their shit.

[Serj Castlereagh]

Serj smiled brightly at Arim's explanation of what the Bastille was and nodded his agreement. "Quite right...Arim, right? You're quite the intelligent young lady. I wouldn't have expected such an answer from a Senior. Well done."

He turned to Micheal and took his hand, shaking it warmly, as he had Bastille. "It's a pleasure, Micheal." He said with another easy smile. He was inwardly nodding his approval. These kids were wary of him. That was good. "He shook his head in response to his question. "No, no. Nothing really wrong. There's just a lot of recent ongoings here at the school...they needed some extra reinforcement."

Serj's eyes suddenly flicked to Arim's retreating back as she ran back to the girl she called 'Lala'. For the first time he'd been there, his smile faltered ever so slightly. Then, it was back up, in an almost cheshire like way as he looked at the girl Arim ran too. He was frowning...but not with his mouth.

With his eyes.

Serj was suddenly snapped back as a prickle started at the back of his neck. His face wheeled forwards and he instantly grabbed at Bastille and Micheal's hands pulling them to either of his sides, just as the quarter exploded.

He exhaled deeply, smiling as he brushed the metal shrapnel from his shirt. There was a small cut on his face, but he paid no mind. "Are you two alright?" He asked with worry in his tone, looking at the burn marks and indentation in the floor.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille raised a brow. She seemed lightly amused with the explosive.

“niice” she exaggerated looking at it. It hadn’t really surprised her. It could have been radioactive and it still wouldn’t have surprised her. That’s what you get when your childhood when it wasn’t taken over learning the way to be pompy and witty, was spent in military camps learning to fight. She took off her own sunglasses and pushed them up on her head. She looked at the guy then released her arm from his grasp and continued to look at the explosive from a distance. She wasn’t quite sure yet if this one had a rebound mechanism yet.

“I should show her the bomb earrings, they look awesome and they pack a bigger punch then the coins…” she knew what they where?! Yes she always did. She liked weapons…fancied them you could say. Bastille took a step away and smirked.

“but I like those, the earrings are just a tad to powerful, these are nice…just enough power to knock one of their feet” Bastille was now musing about the coin bomb and turned to face the other students who looked rather stunned.

[Mathew Amtrum]

OOC: Thought I would post before you guys get to page 3 without me. lol

Now thats something you don't see everyday...

Mathew thought to himself as he watched the scene unfold from the run in to his little pet earning an outburst from the black woman. A new teacher or something? That was what the man said, or at least that is what he thought he heard. He couldn't help but smirk at the scene however. Believe it or not he already liked the new chick. He liked a girl with a bit of fire, and cleavage never hurt either. As for the man, he didn't care for him that much. It wasn't anything as simple as how he spoke or how calm he was. While the girl wore her heart on her sleeve he obviously seethed below the surface.

The sounds of his footfalls would likely catch the ear of anyone that was listening as he made no effort to sneak up on the happening as he entered the scene from his location that had been leaning against the side of the lockers out of site.

He didn't know or care what the new comers would make of him. Messy brown hair and green eyes burning with a fire deep within. A thin scar running down from the bottem of his left eye to his lip and of course the dull green trench coat known at the Earth Dragon Coat. His protection against everything from punches to bullets. He stand next to Bastille putting his hand on her shoulder and squeezing it briefly before looking the man up and down with a smirk on his face. Not exactly hostile, but not friendly. If anything it was amused.

"So a new teacher? And a what did you say you did again?" He would ask the man before turning to look for the woman. Probably the less dangerous of the two, not that he feared an attack. Not while they were outnumbered. But he would like to see her reaction to the fact that he was having the man repeat what he said. He was testing her buttons.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille new exactly who was coming behind her. She cringed before he even touched her and then again when he did. She would bite that hand. She , before these new peoples arrival, had been avoiding him at all costs. Being his slave was not something she enjoyed on a day to day basis and now that he found her she couldn’t run. And the way he looked at the new teacher made her even angrier for some reason. She shoved out of matts grip and stepped over the detonation site and picking up a piece of shrapnel stuck in the tile. She picked it up and continued to frown as she examined it ignoring matt at all costs.

[Cody Travers]

He was just hoping for a nice, quiet day at school..

Seems even a former hero can't get a break..

Cody made his way down the hallway, again munching one one of his favourite delectables, a breakfast bagel. With a groggy groan he opened up the school doors with a strong kick to them. Making his way to his locker he opened it up, observing the group down the hall..

..A wicked bunch they were..

Noting a couple of them he knew, Arim and..

And..

That guy.

Yeah, that guy.

But also noting, he looked down at the creepy looking guy, and another that caught his attention..

..The woman with Tig 'Ol Biddies crazy hair. Interesting bunch..

Cody opened his locker to stuff his junk in..


BAM!


"..The fuck?!"

Cody sprang to an alert footstance, smoke everywhere, Cody shut his locker. He wanted to know what was the matter. Attaching his handcuffs on, he snapped them towards the group.

The rugged teen approached them cauciously..

"..The hell just happened?"

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew felt himself pulled, and as they went around the corner, formed his hand into a rhino strike, the index,middle, and ring finger of his hang curling and going hard as a rock. He was about to throw it directly into the throat of the person who grabbed him, effectively choking off his air supply, when he heard the explosion. He relaxed the hand, realizing the fellow had just saved him from a good deal of damage. Brushing some of the shrapnel off his arm, he noticed that the tension that had been placed by pulling his arm had torn the long scab on his upper arm open, a memento from his fight with mitsuki. Turning to look back up at the man, he showed the first emotion ever-anger.

"If you care at all for that woman, make sure me and her don't meet outside of this school, otherwise, she may not find me so...emotionless." It was a threat, to be sure, and a deadly one. He couldn't do anything today, or while they were still in school, but if he met her outside of school grounds, she would be violently introduced to his twin desert eagles.

And neither her nor the man in front of him would like that. The lady had tried to kill him, and for that, he would put a bullet between her eyes first chance he got.

He relaxed a bit after his statement, wondering a little if it was taken seriously.

"Thank you, anyhow, for that. I officially owe you a favor. You need something within my power, ill give it." It sounded corny to most, but to anyone who knew him or knew of such things, it was no empty gesture. This man may have saved his life, and for that, his honor code demanded a debt be repaid.

He looked up to the girl with red eyes, then smiled slightly, holding out his hand.

"I don't believe Ive had the pleasure, miss...?" He was interrupted by a boy who put his hand on the girl shoulder, causing her to cringe and walk away.

'Now i wonder what that was all about?' He followed after her, leaning against the broken wall, a little concern on his face.

"I take it you don't particularly like that fellow?" He said. He decided that, of anyone here, this girl would be the one he would try and make conversation with. He ignored Travers, who had burst around the corner asking what had happened.

[Bastille Amtrum]

She turned to the guy who had been equally insulted by the woman as she had thought unlike him she had taken an interest into the woman’s motives and preferred to bug them out of her. She smiled and looked at him her crimson eyes gleaming. Matt was here, why not flirt it up a bit just to piss him off. Ooooohhhh the joy almost made her shudder. She turned and flicked the hair out of her eyes and pushed it behind her ear smirking at him. She let her body language express her interest. Thank god she knew how to be just as womanly as aggressive. She flicked the shrapnel over this guy…what was his name Michael? Over his shoulder. It flew into the lover behind him and she popped her lips.

“yes well, we aren’t on equal terms I guess you could put it, my names Bastille as you heard my introduction, though I really do hate using my maiden last name…brings back horrible memories, and I hate people knowing that I turned down the option to be rich”

She said smiling and being far to modest. She pushed her sunglasses back down and picked up another piece of tile and examined it.

“the explosion detonated about three millimeters from here and still…the tile has diagonal cracks all through it…and then impression marks….strong little bugger…bullets are more effective in scaring people though, and explosives just get noticed quicker” she pouted. Bastille was defiantly more of a gunslinger girl then a bomb user.

[Rem]

Rem Aoyama had a lot on his mind as he trudged through the highways and byways, aka. corridors of the school. There were multiple 'Delilah' sightings throughout the school that day, but since Rem knew it couldn't have actually been the real Delilah, he figured that there was a Delilah imposter afoot; and of course, he would have to make sure said Delilah imposter did nothing to harm his girlfriend's reputation. With this goal in mind, Rem set out on a quest to find the imposter. During his travels, he happened upon a gathering in a clear, aka. lobby area of the school. A bunch of students had gathered for some unknown, possibly foul purpose.

"Does this have something to do with the imposter?! Are aliens taking over the school by creating evil doppelgangers of the students?! Will Rem stop thinking out loud!? Can-!"

The Japanese youth was suddenly interrupted by a loud explosion in his own immediate vicinity. He leapt back in surprise and bumped into someone. After shaking his head to clear it, he turned around and came face to face with the Delilah doppelganger. He yelled.

"THE ALIENS ARE ATTACKING! Get away from me you...."

He paused and reached forward, groping at the girl's chest quite intimately.

"...startlingly realistic imposter of my girlfriend!!!"

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah shook her head as Arim hugged her, wincing in pain. "Carefulcareful!" she hissed quietly, reassuringly patting her friend on the back then easing her off. She looked over at Serj, about to reply to his earlier statement, that she was, in fact, alright. That was when she caught his gaze.

For the first time in a long time, a chill ran up her spine. She met his gaze with unwavering, almost pompous confidence, but beneath the facade, her mind reeled. The last time she felt like that? Only one word came to mind; Valekin. She was about to ask Arim if she could help her over to where the others were, when she saw the change in the new teacher's face; determination? She saw him reach for the girl called Bastille as well Mr. Shades and knew something was up.

Delilah acted quickly, pulling Arim to the side and shielding her, her back to the blast. She felt the heat just barely lick her and the back of her shirt singe away. She stayed in that position for a moment, inhaling a shaky breath as her heart picked up a few notches. She pushed away from the wall, hobbling steadily towards Serj, scarcely noticing that the back of her shirt was missing. She would have demanded to know what the hell was going on...when Rem suddenly came up to her, jabbing a finger at her.

"THE ALIENS ARE ATTACKING! Get away from me you...."

He reached up and groped her.

"...startlingly realistic impostor of my girlfriend!!!"

Delilah's left eyebrow twitched convulsively. "REM!" She barked, knocking him in the forehead with the palm of her hand, folding her arms over her chest. "You little weirdo..." She looked back at the large, smouldering dent in the floor with suspicion. She heard what Bastille had to say; she was pretty good with explosives herself. Was it a rich girl thing? Maybe (though Delilah didn't look rich in the least. Not with holes in her clothes, anyway), but whether it was or wasn't she was considerably intrigued. There wasn't much other explanation for a quarter exploding...then again, there were a few options, too.

"Not only that," she added her voice to Bastille's. "But the actual detonation was bigger than it should have been, especially for a quarter. I've tried rigging a button, y'know, a band pin, and while it worked, it was still one fourth this explosion. Was it soaked in nitro glycerin?" She paused a moment and shook her head. "No, it would have exploded when she flicked it, or when it hit Micheal." She said that more to herself, shifting her weight from leg to leg alternately as she tried to keep the pain in her ribs at bay. She herself extended a hand to Serj, her palm turned slightly downwards. "In any case, I'm Delilah Black. You said you were here to help the supervisor, Mr Malice, right?" She queried, her blue eyes shifting to look at the people around her. Matthew from gym class...she gave him a nod or acknowledgment, but the others, besides Arim and Rem, were new to her. She gave them all a smile before looking back at Serj, steel in her gaze. The woman he was with had been in the office for quite some time now... "Don't you think the explosion was a bit much?" she asked rhetorically, almost casually.

[Serj Castlereagh]

Serj chuckled at Bastille's conclusions. "Can they? My my, a swordswoman and an explosives technician? Impressive, I must say. I'll have to spar with you sometime; with a sword of course. I fear that I'm a touch rusty in that department, pardon the pun," he finished with a wry smile. He looked at Micheal in surprise, then smiled amiably. "Thank you kindly, but there's no need to dedicate a favour to me! Your gratitude is more than enough. I value trust and a small thanks above all things; I wish most of today's society did." He sighed wistfully. "I'll keep in mind what you said though. I know she wouldn't have done that if I weren't here. The silly girl's just showing off."

Serj's hooded gaze moved over the two new comers, and his smile brightened. "The explosion? Oh, that was my cohort. She's just...a touch over enthusiastic sometimes," He gave the office where she had left a weary gaze, though he smiled affectionately. He and Dieudonnee were close, like brother and sister. He turned to the boy with the dark hair sweeping his eyes. "And no. Mademoiselle Aiguelle is the teacher between the two of us. I'm just a supervisor."

His eyes flickered over the spiky haired...er...youth. Yes, that sounded better than 'glorified Dwarf'. He paid him no mind...until he groped at the black haired girl. Serj blinked in surprise. This...was new, a school where the children wore sunglasses, sported red eyes, and blatantly grabbed girls breasts. As expected, the girl who had been groped hit the smaller boy in the face, before turning towards him and the few people standing nearby. He took her hand as he shook it. "Nice to meet you, Delilah." he said cheerfully, watching her gaze move from side to side, silently greeting those in the vicinity, before it shifted back to him. He smiled even more indulgently. "Do I think the explosion was a bit much?" He shrugged. "No. I classify Dieudonnee's 'a bit much' as blowing up the very floor we stand upon right now. The interesting...or scary thing, is that she could do it at any given moment, even miles away" He shrugged. "I've been with her for most of my life, however, and she's never done it right off the bat like she has today. Consider yourselves special. She doesn't reveal her technique to just anyone; I'll let you figure out just what that is." He smiled easily. For some reason, Serj was looking a little less pale than normal...almost healthier.

[Rem]

"REM! You little weirdo..."

"Sound just like her too..."

He found himself a bit annoyed as soon as she turned away from him. The mannerisms, the words, the attitude; this was the real Delilah alright. Rem folded his arms across his chest and began tapping his foot impatiently. She should be at home, resting.

"Oi... Delilah..."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille looked towards the girl now with a smirk.

"ah-hah...good point. These werent supposed to be avalible on the black market for another two months i think, along with the big gundam type wepons as well, the only time i might actually as my new parents for some money...is to get me one of those babies...they sure are nice. top grade military wepons too...i wonder if they got the invisiblity mechanism to work..."

Bastille had trailed off and was now talking more to herself and she continued to examin the peices then flicked them back . She was brought back when the man spoke.

"yes well i would love to, but im busy a lot, have to keep food on the table yah know" she said and went to lean against the lockers again listening to what he said to all the others. She had pushed down her sunglasses and was glareing at Matt from behind them. Bastille was deeply involved in the black market, mainly when it came to antique weponry but lately she had been checking out the new military wepons. Bastille decided to focus o those nice new wepons coming in. That was the only EVER time she borrowed the money she was supposed to inherit....even then she would use her own money she earned from her late night job at the clubs and her other weekend job at the gun shop to pay for new parts to modify what she bought.

She let her mind wander as the others jabbered on.

[Arim Urem'der]

Arim let out a small cry when the quarter exploded, Delilah shielding her with her body from the blast. Her eyes clamped shut and opened slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the room, focusing on the people. Standing up straight, Arim's eyes fell onto the floor and she took a moment to examine the detonation point. There was something odd about it, it wasn't spread very large in diameter... no. She took a small step forward, pressing her black shoes on the cracked tile. There was something that everyone seemed to be missing about this accident. It looked like the explosion was forced against the wall, not towards the people. A large black marking of melted metal and ash covered the wall, but the floor ratio was much smaller.

Most of the blow was aimed at the wall, but why didn't it detonate like normal bombs do? Most bombs focus on an equal general diameter.

She wished she hadn't closed her eyes, so she could have seen what had happened, where the explosion went. The girl's expression remained content, her mouth opened to say something until Serj spoke again. No... not in front of him, or.... Mademoiselle Aiguelle for that matter. She didn't want Dieudonnee to hear her from down the hallway, Arim knew she had a distinct voice. "Are you sure you're okay, Mr.Castlereagh?" the girl asked him, turning her body to face him. Upon asking, she noticed the Travers boy from before darting by. No doubt an explosion would catch his attention, "Ah... a small... accident, it seems. From the... newcomers" Arim told her, her content expression faltered for a moment before she smiled again. "A small explosion... eheh..." as she spoke, the girl dropped her impossibly heavy tote-bag onto the floor near point zero. The impact causing a few more cracks to branch out from the already weakened floor. The girl bent down and searched the large bag for a moment before pulling out a black hoodie, for Delilah of course. Taking a few steps towards Delilah, Arim slipped it over her shoulders and on Delilah. Just so... her singed shirt wouldn't fall off during school.

"There, I always keep a hoodie in my bag, just in case" she chimed, before going back to retrieve the black bag. After adjusting it on her shoulder, the girl turned back the the gaggle of people and examined Serj for a moment. Her face was content, but her eyes seemed almost darker than normal, cold and calculating. It was something that didn't arise from Arim unless she was intensely thinking, however her eyes softened after a moment and her shoulders relaxed. "The cut on your face is bleeding, you may want to wash or disinfect it" she simply told him, with a chipper tone.

[Yahto Fang]

Far and away from the gathering of students, Yahto was quietly leaning with his shoulder against his locker and observing what was happening between one of the newcomers and the others. Anyone that knew him would already know that he wasn't trying to hide his presence. That wasn't his way. However, unlike the others it seemed, he also felt no need to get himself entrenched in that kind of a brouhaha. Especially when he could see what was happening so much better from here.

That, and he sure as hell wasn't liking what he was seeing.

The pale man, Mr. Castlereagh, just give Yahto the willies. The way he looked and acted was almost like something out of a bad Dracula movie, yet the aura he had was so thick it was almost like a cloak he wore. In a way, it was... Almost alien to Yahto's senses. That, and he really wasn't liking the way he looked at Arim. That alone was enough to bring a soft yet murderous growl through his lips. The last thing this school needed was another Professor Pedo. Winklewood and Eisenkasten were more than enough, after all.

The African woman, Dieudonnee or whatever the hell her name was, struck him as being just plain nutty. Yahto would admit that when he first laid eyes on her, especially on that rack that was begging to come out of that pinstriped jacket, he almost had an atomic nosebleed strong enough to rocket him through a brick wall. After that tyrade she went on, though... Well, let's just say her level of hotness dropped about fifty points in Yahto's mental charts. That was just plain bitchy. On the other hand, she also seemed to hold a presence like Mr. Castlereagh's. Sinister yet whimsical at the same time.

However, there was two things that disturbed him about that pair more than anything else. 1.) Contrary to what Bastille thought, that wasn't a "Coin Bomb" she had thrown at the guy who called himself Micheal. It'd be too impractical to make them, and such a thing was just damn silly. Dieudonnee, or DD, as Yahto would now call her (even though she was probably more like GG), must've used some kind of ability to make that quarter explode. An ability unlike anything Yahto had ever seen or read about. 2.) Why would someone who freaked out so hardcore over someone else bumping into Castlereagh, then use such a dangerous technique anywhere near him? Especially since he was apparently a hemophiliac. Even from here, Yahto could see the streak of blood that ran across the pale man's cheek. Somehow, it all just seemed too... scatterbrained... even for someone as bi-polar as that woman appeared to be.

His eyes narrowed at the thought and he crossed his arms tersely in front of his chest. There were a lot of things that stank of treachery at this school, but those two practically reeked of it. Either way, Yahto had no idea what they were up to, and it was bugging the crap out of him. "Looks like it's time to do a little digging..." the boy thought, his blue eyes almost seeming to glint in the morning sunlight coming through the windows.