Negotiations, The Next Step (John Ong/Open)

["Unfettered"]

On Patrol

...For John Ong's patrol. Today was the day of. At 5:30, in the library, he'd take a decisive step, and jump-start his own ambitions. ...But there was one fellow he wanted to meet up with before that. A 'comrade' of sorts, that betrayed Mr. Asiv on his final day---Which he didn't know was all part of a set-up.

Perhaps it was because they were both former comrades in arms. Maybe because the German believed (mistakenly, in this case) in redemption. Hands in his pockets, wearing his usual attire, heavy circles under his increasingly sallowed, tired looking eyes, he looked about. If he got his calculations right, 'that' boy would be walking across this hall in 3... 2...

"JOHN ONG!" he bellowed out, leaning back, to let his voice echo. For surely, that boy was there. Surely.

And if he wasn't?

Well then, the German just made an ass out of himself, didn't he?---

[John]

There he was stepping into ther middle of the hall, as a loud call of his name was called. Not just his first name, no his last name too. It sounded like a challange. His fire gloved hands where in the pockets of his red coat, An obviouse leather chest plate over his usual white tank top, and black jeans where on his legs. He looked only straight, The rings he took fromt he fallen Gods where snuggly fit on his fingers, his medallion around his neck, and his contacts where in, which did not change his eye color. The white hair sweying slightly as he stood still in mid step, his dark red eyes turning to the corners to peer at the one calling his name.

Bringing both feet together he descided to stand up straight, before turning his body to catch up with his eyes in facing the one, Unfettered. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he walked into the library to meet with Winters. Many new rumors had been spreading about this one, and small jingling of what sounded like small pieces of metal, like keys and change in his pockets as he walked.

"Yes?"

["Unfettered"]

Guten Tag *Cracks Knuckles*

"Yes?"

The German almost flinched. Looked like his... 'comrade' had been training during this time. But that was to be expected.

"A pleasure to see you... Itz been a vile." Right. He grinned at the boy without a trace of superficiality, mainly because... it was true, if not for the right reasons. But his eye...

"I von't vaste your time though." he added a bit more seriously. "...You are intending on helping ze uzzer students? Avenge Mr. Asiv, ja? Redeem yourself?" A bit of metallic blood growing in his throat, but he choked it down. The painkiller was still in effect. But he spoke the latter part, with a stint of that iron, still completely unaware of Ong's role with Mr. Asiv, and how much more potentially loyal he was than the German.

But before he'd go on, he would wait for Ong to confirm---or deny---all his questions.

His back still ached, though, from the rough night, his hands still in bandages...

[John]

John's smile remained until the comment about redeeming himself was made. Then it hit him, Winters wasn't in on it. Which meant he also believed John betreyed Asiv. He shook his head closing his eyes as he would look back at the boy. His grin still not returned. He was almost frowning in fact.

"You dont even have a clue."

John said. He wasn't sure how to explain this to Winters, but it may help some if not alot later on when all this shit finally hit the fan.

"Listen, Asiv knew about the threat Sean was posing, things where going too slow with the normal testing, so Sean was going to advance it dangerousely by hiring killers to attack the school. There would of been no way we could defend that sort of thing. I agreed to Asiv making me an 'Example' that would send distress through the student body, causing a huge brawl in the assembly hall. Though I didn't expect the Enforcer Captain that put me in the wall was one of Sean's men."

It wasn't an expectationt hat Asiv would die, John believed his fighting abilities would pull him through that battle, maybe if he had the students help, but Asiv was right, it would only put those he meant to protect in more danger. He agreed to test the samples on the students, not to such an extreme though.

"Asiv wanted to cure the world, of handicaps. Physical or mental, since Brimstone inhances that, he started there. Sean took advantage of that ambition and used it for his own means. I'm not going to pretend to know Sean's motives, because I've never met the guy... But we both know Mr. Asiv well enough."

["Unfettered"]

The Humbling

Kek. There was a degree of satisfaction in seeing Ong's smile drop away as it did. A frown. Did he hit on a tender spot? Perhaps some residual speck of regret? The German---...Ong was still frowning, but with a certain look in his eyes.

"You dont even have a clue."

...

Fists clenched, as a flurry of emotions rounded up inside of the German, he nearly took a step, and was more than half a moment away from giving a punch to this disrespectful bastard's face---"Listen, Asiv knew about the threat Sean was posing, things where going too slow with the normal testing, so Sean was going to advance it dangerousely by hiring killers to attack the school. There would of been no way we could defend that sort of thing. I agreed to Asiv making me an 'Example' that would send distress through the student body, causing a huge brawl in the assembly hall. Though I didn't expect the Enforcer Captain that put me in the wall was one of Sean's men."

*Flinch*

Wait, wait... What? WHAT? "Unfettered's" eye opened up in bewilderment, as most of that just washed way over his head. A blank look went over his face, as he had to mentally repeat it to himself... Asiv's foresight... advancement of testing...---Ah. Ah. AH. The German's mouth went slack.

"Asiv wanted to cure the world, of handicaps. Physical or mental, since Brimstone inhances that, he started there. Sean took advantage of that ambition and used it for his own means. I'm not going to pretend to know Sean's motives, because I've never met the guy... But we both know Mr. Asiv well enough."

So... so... Shit. Shit. SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT---The German looked away, slamming his palm over his face. God DAMN, he was such an idiot. He knew that Mr. Asiv had a lot of foresight, but to even doubt one of his own comrades. A few bits of shame leaked out from his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. Legs felt weak, but now was not the time to show weakness. "Goddamn..."

He'd reflect over this later. But for now... no. He had to shake his emotion off. Almost as smoothly, his eye lit back to Ong's. Not quite red, but the suppressed pain in his face was obvious. It was a sensitive subject.

"...I owe you a much more sincere apology... later though." bowing his head in acknowledgment. He took in a breath.

"Vell: I've come to make you an offer. I'm... starting an 'organization', though... I guess zat's ze polite way of saying a... 'gang'. Especially in regards to ze rise of ze transfer issue, und more importantly, ze hostage situation, but also... as a vay to continue our duty to Mr. Asiv by providing ze Student Hierarchy the comptetition they need, zo zat ve can provide ze best protection for zis school---Or protect it ourselves." A bit of Darwainism was implied, but the German spoke seriously enough.

Suddenly bowing, wrapping his right arm before his waist, as he looked face down at the floor, he remained there for a moment. "...I vas vondering, if you'll pardon my insults and misunderstandings of ze last few moments, if you vould join me in my endeavor."

[John]

John watched Winters reaction, yeah he was left out of the loop. It had never occured to him that it would end up like that, and he had heard how the guy lost his eye in that massacre of a battle in the auditorium, even one or two kids where rumored dead. But when Winters bowed, john's eyes looked puzzled, he folded his arms and turned partially to his left, waving his hand, he wasn't one to give or accept apologies.

"Thats all fine and dandy. I've heard rumors as it where. I've got plans of my own, but for now I could help you."

John's plans where slightly different than this, but it was fine by him to help for now. If anything John could just branch off. But that was okay.

["Unfettered"]

Recognition

"Thats all fine and dandy. I've heard rumors as it where. I've got plans of my own, but for now I could help you."

*Grin*

"Vell, comrade... if you have any men, bring zem into ze bus parking lot by 8:30 A.M. of Mr. Malice's decision to 'attack'. Hope you don't mind running late to clazz." the German grinned. After all, this was John Ong he was talking to. The German hadn't been around as long as him, and this man probably had some predated influence over the school. Any extra muscle he could provide would provide would prove to be overwhelmingly helpful.

Besides... at least a few of their goals overlapped in this scenario. Or so the German might believe...