Gods of War (K/Open)

[ovahlord]

You said what?... GET SOME!

Gods Of War

One of his favorite Manowar songs was blaring in his ears, causing quite a bit of ruckus all around him, as those clodhoppers he called feet were stomping in tune with the beat, him singing along, granted, there was not too much to sing too. Traditional black mask hid his emotions from the world, not that he cared, it was better that way. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, leaving small craters with each step forwards he took, head lightly rocking back and fourth causing the blond hair which lay free to sway to and fro.

"Lords of doom bring an end to their stoooorrrry!"

He was loud, he was obnoxious, but boy he had a voice that could kill an angel, it had the sort of chanty sense to it, almost like he was singing war cries of his lost ancestors.. too bad it was just metal, same thing. March on, march on, one two, one two, left right, left right, onwards he walked those hands swaying about. If one could see his eyes they would have mistook him for a member of The Third Reich heading off to war and persecution, blond haired, blue eyed indjin.. what a sight.

Black twill trench...billowed.. or something like that, flowing about almost like the stalks of grass in a thunderous night, or some other gravely descriptive saddening scene. "Father on bended knee. I ask thee, raise thy hand!" A little to theatric for the likings of those around him, he rose his hand up, falling to a knee, continuing on into the song, only to be abruptly hit with a plastic bottle, half filled with water. His head jerked, not from the impact, but habit, cocking to the side and staying there. Blinking. He rose, hitting pause on that iPod. "What the fucks wrong with ya'll, can't appreciate good music?"

A few boo's and a couple more items tossed which were dodged he just stuck up a middle finger and went on about his way, in a rather melodramatic mood today, otherwise it would have probably been open season and asses would have been kicked about. For not he just sighed, unclipping mask and raising it up, pulling his trench open. Underneath lay a bottle, a 1liter bottle to be precise, of water from home. Lid unscrewed he brought it up and downed a good bit of that liquid only to reholster it where it belonged and be on his way, singing along once more. "Down from the sky, into the fight. Hearts full of rage, full of thunder and glory. Swords in the wind, crossing the sky. Lords of doom bring an end to their story!"

[K]

My, my, my... This feels like ten years ago all over again.

Clad in its pinstriped, swallow-tailed coat, eyepatch, and flared black pants, the teacher known as Professor K watched a little wide-eyed at the masked youth immersed in whatever sort of music was blasting through his earphones. One could tell just from looking and listening to him that whatever he was singing and moving along to, he was very much enjoying it, fully in the mood of the song and everything. Such a sight... He may have been loud, he may have been obnoxious, but none of that mattered to the one-eyed, crimson-haired giant. He was enjoying music, and that was all that mattered. Besides, his sound wasn't all that bad, either... The feeling that he seemed to put in his little presentation was almost... inspiring. Well, it probably would have been a bit more inspiring if K could actually hear what the song was, but... still. Such a voice would be quite useful to have in a choral group... if K managed to get one together, that is.

The students around the masked boy that seemed to be annoyed by his passion... such students saddened the music teacher. A heavy sigh escaped its lips as it briskly walked over to one of the students about to throw a half-eaten apple at the masked boy. Before the student could turn around to see the source of the tall shadow now covering him, K's hand shot out and grabbed the boy's wrist and twisted it behind his back, making him drop the apple to the ground. As the boy cried out in surprise and pain, K bent down a bit to his face level and used its other hand to jerk the boy's head to face it.

"Excuse me, sir..."

The boy was about to start yelling at the "professor", until he caught a glimpse of the steely-blue eye glaring hatefully at him. His voice caught in his throat for a bit, and before he could speak again, K began to speak to him in a quiet, low, malice-filled tone. A couple of other students that were about to throw things at the young man had noticed the teacher doing something with the young man with the apple. Though they couldn't hear what the heck the teacher was saying, they could tell from the terrified, pale-faced expression on the boy's face that it wasn't anything good. Some of them decided to hang around elsewhere and get away from the freak in pinstripe, while a few others put down the items that they were about to throw at the boy and went on with their business, not wanting to risk any sort of conflict with the teacher. As K let go of the boy's wrist, the boy immediately grabbed where it had been twisted and started to run away quickly, gasping for breath.

Ah, that was fun.~<3

K's calm, good-natured smile had returned to its lips as it began to make its way towards the masked boy down the hall. One it reached the boy, it began to walk side-by-side with him, waving a hand in his direction a little bit, indicating that it wanted to speak with him, knowing that with the sound blaring out, anything that it said now would not be heard.

[ovahlord]

Call the police!

Hip-Hop Police

Lets just say the boy got LUCKY, because if the boy had been pitched, what the teacher did to scare the poor boy would have been quite frail in comparison to the hospitalization he probably would have taken from that metal mask on his face being repeatedly slammed into him. Brain damage would have almost been a promised action, guaranteed 100% dissatisfaction. "With so much drama in the industrry, hip-hop police are listeninng. Be careful or you'll be historry, looks like another unsolved mysterrry. "

He went along with the lyrics to the song blaring in his ear now, a completely different genre from the one he had just been listening too save for the fact that they were all music. Two guesses what type of song he had buzzing to his brain now, distracting him from the outside world. Much to the same, now that he had finished with that rock head busting around from before, his head was rocking to the rhythm of the beat blasting his ear drums, shifting forwards and back, just ever so slightly from side to side.

Not even noticing the other whom had come from seemingly no where, saving him from possible repercussions to his actions which would have followed from a boy throwing a half-eaten piece of food. The unlabeled savior was strewn aside without so much as a care, this not on purpose mind you. Instead, a sudden hand wave would have caused the man behind that Iron-Man rip off veil to pull back all of a sudden out of surprise. Finger-tips gliding downwards in order to find the button clipped at his waist which controlled the mp3 player embedded in that mask of his.

A set of bright blue lights flashed swiftly and then the word PAUSE appeared on the screen in the lining of the eye of that steel cage on his head, letting him no for certain the thing would not do what it should not. Turning, Christian looked to the instructor with a quizzical glare coming from those eyes, not knowing who in the hell it was, but apparently they had something they needed, as he was almost never disturbed in such a.. er..Peaceful manner.

"Can I help you?" That voice, deep, and yet soft at the same time seemed to run through your spine.. too bad it was attached to quite possibly one of the most anti-social people you'd meet. At least in terms of his crude language and choice of actions.