First Impressions

[Wyatt]

OCC: Narin and Areon first then open to all. Thank-you

IC:

A lone figure walked along the grassy fields of 259. His posture was perfect as he almost glided across the grass making little to no sound as he moved. The air even seemed to stand still as the person calmly made his way to his destination.

The figure appeared to be wearing black dress shoes, pants, red shades and a white colored dress shirt a very unusual proper look for the place which he was headed in. But that wasn't all the figure had clothing wise, underneath his arm was a red like gaucho and matching overcoat.

The only reason the figure didn't wear them was it was way to hot being 30C, for the extra clothing but in his mind was improper not to bring them along.

It was what? 2 weeks since the closing of 552 and most of its students now seemed to trickle into the new "optimal" school called 259. It was a shame, so much was investeded, lost and fought for within the walls of that school.

"....Not as terrible as first presumed....needs a bit of work here and there"

Calmly stated Wyatt looking to wards the school, his shades glowing a dim red. 259 had the same aura of 552....somthing that words fell short to describe. The only thing major different that Wyatt could deduce was the absence of green houses which Wyatt had made special for 552.....so much lost since 552's closing but alas what was lost can rebuilt.


".....but should prove to be interesting in the least"

There was a few large Oak trees to which lined the courtyard to 259 and trying not to be picky Wyatt choose the one he deemed most shade giving. The absence of sun felt good upon Wyatt's calm and emotionless face as he kept his dead stare on the school.

"......what do you think my friend?"

Bluntly stated Wyatt tittling his head to the side so that he could see into the branches of large Oak tree which Wyatt stood underneath. A small smirk would crack Wyatt's lips as he made a mental note to tell the person that they have the same taste in tree's, but that could wait.

[Areon Fury]

Eyes closed, one leg lining the large branch, the other hanging off, arms behind the head folded neatly as he seemed to soundly sleep. A dark blue shirt, tan cargo pants, dark red hair and black goggles on his forehead. A scar running from halfway on his forehead going down over his eye and onto his cheek about to the tip of the cheek bone. Combat boots on his feet, and on his arms to about his biceps where bandages covering most of his arm, even his fingers. He heard a voice speaking below him, a rather familier voice, who, like Areon had been sent here as a "Replacement" to the failed reformation process going on at 552.

"Interesting?"

He questioned to the air, not even directly to Wyatt, as if verbally spoken so he understood completely. Areon... Since losing his School Captain title at 552 had been doing alot of contemplating as of late. This was evidence more so now than before. Like he was lost... Lost in his reasons for fighting. Reasons for continueing whatever motivation he used to have to help people. Thats why he wanted to stay near Wyatt, He was sure that doing so would lead to purpose. He had to dream. He had to search for means of accomplishing these dreams... Without regret.

"I believe it will."

Before opening his eyes Areon would cover them with his goggles, and then jump down near Wyatt, grabbing his jacket with the japanese light blue pictures of wind on the back. Just a normal jacket to the untrained, but those used to the kind og combat material that fuse with the powerful they would know that jacket.

"You've heard of recent events?"

He asked mentioning the rising tension between transfers and the 259 students.

[Wyatt]

"Me? on the up-keep up with recent events? I thought you'd now me better then that my friend....I still have trouble keeping with some of the TV series that I watch"

Calmly stated Wyatt adjusting his head while giving a small chuckle. Social events and politics was something that Wyatt could never keep up with, it was just the way Wyatt was...and it would never change.

"But if my assumption is correct I can assume it's possibly not good news?"

Wyatt's voice still retained his monotonic stillness that seemed to float along the very air that surrounded him, one of the many odd qualities that he had.

Also bad news seemed to lose it's effect after the 1st year in 552. It was one of the many lessons learned in 552, that to survive you had to deal with bad when it comes and enjoy the good while you have it.

Wyatt remained silent as he waited for this much needed update, before he would begin his entrance into the new school dubbed 259.

[Narin Carter]

Right, lets get this straight. I'm absolutely bloody lost...

That was what was running through his head right now. He stood in the courtyard, his worn fighters sneakers pressed softly against the grass, crushed under his feet. It was a new city and a new school, to which he didn't even know how to get back home. Ayumi would know no better either and a seperation in classes meant he had no idea where she was right now. He could merely stand there, scratching his head as he attempted to map out every detail of his new home as best he could.

As he stood there, his hand would slide into the pocket of his formal black tuxedo pants, pulling out the slips of paper that held the key to his survival at the moment. The school map and his time table. Then his hand would slip into his again formal tuxedo jacket, pulling out his phone from the deep pocket. He would check the time, as he looked back down at the paper, holding all three items in scruffy congregation.

From afar, the two onlookers of 552 would no doubt be looking and watching with laughter or some form of sick and twisted form of pleasure at the transfers struggle. With that of course, he would turn briefly to the side as he saw a large lump of red in the corer of his eye. Low and behold!

His feet would scramble and he would begin to move towards the location of the two students who sat underneath the tree. Narin could only smile.

"I could try describing my shock here but I don't think I'd do a very good job. What are the odds?" he would say in surprise. The world really was small.

[Areon Fury]

Areon was about to reply, as the jacket was slung up on his shoulder giving off that 'I'm cool' vibe, or maybe trying to act the part of normal, either way he descided to give it another minute so he could recollect what he has witnessed so far.

"From my understanding there are certain factions within this school who believe the transfers to be a menace and should be taken out of the picture... And they are doing it the violant way, many transfers have been targets of assaults and jumpings. And alot of the transfers from other schools are beginning to fight back. Ex-School Captains and pillars from schools like 552, 890, and 499. It's getting alittle tense not to mention the supposed scandel of student experimentation with performance inhancing drugs."

Then Areon saw someone coming up on them in a slight hurry, seemed another Transfer was to join their midst. Narin. Areon had heard he made Pillar at 552 while he was in rehabilitation from his fight with Mathew.

"Actually odds are quite likely now a days since the only alternatives for 552ers was either this school or 260. Nice to see a friendlier face than what I've been encountering... No offense Wyatt."

[Wyatt]

"None taken...and its a pleasure to see you again Narin, its a reassuring thought that their are some friendly faces in this unfriendly situation.."

Wyatt would give a slight nod to Narin as he stood before Wyatt and Areon. A slight concern arose in Wyatt's mind about Narin's alter ego...named "Envy" if wyatt was not mistaken. Wyatt had always suspected that the personality still remained dormant within Narin.

"So what your saying is that we have no choice but to endure the attacks until the conflict burns it self out? Doing anything else would only create more problems no?"

A small sigh escaped Wyatt's lungs as he looked to wards the looming school, his shades dim in the trees shade. Then in a quick motion Wyatt placed his red gaucho upon his head followed by his overcoat that matched, if there was going to be fighting he would need them.

[Narin Carter]

Another complication that would no doubt involve Narin. Students here were targetting transfers? Sounded just like the Varron academy incident from awhile back. Still, it would hardly end in the same way either. It was interesting but right now, something like that would no doubt be bad for someone in Narin's situation. First things first, get more information on the situation.

"Actually odds are quite likely now a days since the only alternatives for 552ers was either this school or 260. Nice to see a friendlier face than what I've been encountering... No offense Wyatt."

"I see, so thats the case." he would say simply. Standing there, his hands would slip into his pockets. He would join in on this little conversation, at least until he was able to grasp the situation at hand. He had managed to hear the end of what Areon was saying, something about bad blood.

"So what your saying is that we have no choice but to endure the attacks until the conflict burns it self out? Doing anything else would only create more problems no?"

Narin would frown somewhat as he heard Wyatt's question. It hardly sounded like they had a fair chance here and Narin himself certainly wasn't about waiting around and taking hits. If someone was out to get him, they needed to be taken care of.

"If there's a situation like that at hand, wouldn't it be best to take the fight to the heads of these 'factions?' How are this schools Pillars involved in this mess?" he would ask. Obviously, he knew little of the situation, right now he was about getting as much info as possible, as was stated earlier.

[Wyatt]

"I concur with Narin on this issue the heads of the factions targeting such transfers need to be taken care of as fast as possible....I've seen my share of fighting to now that the longer we wait the stronger and more troublesome these factions will get."

Wyatt would say as he gave a brief nod to wards Narin then correct his tilted hat that was offset from the nod. Wyatt was not found of walking into any sort of trap or situation that wasn't favorable.

"So the question remains my friends is who these factions are.....and if the pillars and School Captain are behind them."

It was a situation that Wyatt wanted to avoid...bluntly targeting the heads of the school, but alas if it was nessesary...so be it.

"But alas like Narin here I am at a loss of necessary information to make such desisions....so that is why what you know Areon is so important to what are actions will be..."

[Areon Fury]

Areon listened to what they had to say and thought on them.He had only been here a few weeks prior to the shut down of 552, so even his information was limited to rumors and a few visual encounters. A single fight to stay in shape. And to measure the kind of power walking around in this school. But it was enough to answer the question.

"From my understanding, the School Captain is rather... Inacxtive in stopping such violance, whie the factions plot against the schools student hierarchy. The School Captain is a native 259er, the Varsity Captain is the Ex-School Captain of PHS #809, and the Student Body President was targeted by non-other than Mathew Amtrum. Which has helped sky rocket tensions between the factions, normel students, and transfers."

Areon finished that small speech of explanation and then recounted other events that may have helped.

"There was an open decleration of war, an.... All too obviouse trap for Transfers on one of the roofs to the school. A group that I have yet to find a name for was behind it, but as of right now seem to be one of the stronger groups heading the transfer tension and plotting against the student hierarchy."

And that was everything Areon knew, except a small warning. He had faught a single time, but this single person was strong enough to bring out Areon's skills as Ex-School Captain of 552.

"Dont let the appearance of these students fool you, they seem to be able to control some sort of abilities I have never encountered in 552 before. Not to mention they are excellent fighters."

But what he wasn't telling them was probably the most important thing of all... Before Areon transfered to 552... His Freshman year of high school was spent...-

[Wyatt]

The information was very helpful indeed. Wyatt could cross of the Pillar and SC threat within his mind....it appeared that they weren't the source of the trouble but it would appear that some 552'ers were the good source of the trouble....esscpically Mathew a person who seemed to have disappeared from 552 from causing a rather large war. His appearance here was not a good start.

"Well I'd like to hope that these 259'ers are good fighters....that would be to easy no?"

Arose a small chuckle from Wyatt as he continued his little re-buttle. There was a small breeze that swept underneath the shady tree and made Wyatt's overcoat flap against his legs.

"But that doesn't change the fact that we need a plan of action my friends.....one that involves each of us acting separately to a common goal as to not attract attention...my current idea is that we can each go after a different factions...what do you think?"

[Narin Carter]

Narin would listen carefully to what the two had to say. It came as a shock that Matthew had appeared here, even if the thought of fighting him again sounded good. He was a good fighter after all. Person pleasures aside, with more information under his wing, Narin would be able to apply himself in a more useful manner to the situation at hand. He would remain silent until Wyatt raised his own point in response.

"But that doesn't change the fact that we need a plan of action my friends.....one that involves each of us acting separately to a common goal as to not attract attention...my current idea is that we can each go after a different factions...what do you think?"

Narin would nod in silent agreement, his fingers coming to his chin, resting on his other arm as he took a thinking stance.

"I do believe acting rash on the situation will only have horrifyingly negative effects. Speaking under my own grasp of the events, our best course of action would be to gain more information before doing something we'll later come to regret." he would explain, his left hand moving from his chin to the small tattoo on the right side of his neck. He would wince in pain as he felt a burning sensation on the skin on that area.

"That being said, Wyatt, you do have a good point. I myself would like to meet with the Pillars of this school, where as I believe Areon is best acquanted with this 'unknown' faction of the school, leaving him in the best position to deal with them." he would explain. That perhaps left Matthew? He appeared to be a wild fire that hardly helped the situation. Narin was all for going after him too.

"Its up to you guys, I'm good for helping you out as best as I can." he would say finally.

Then his mind would wander to these "powers that were unknown to 552." whatever they were, that tattoo on his neck was burning like hell, and since he arrived in the city, Envy had been nibbling away at his mind like never before, almost doubling his pill intake. It was hardly healthy for his relationship.

[Areon Fury]

Areon's mind began to wander as he thought about his days before 552. The days he was captured by that gang, tortured, and finally when they bleached his eyes. His screams, their laughter, the echoe of emptiness as half of his world turned black. Then as he came back to his body Narin's words simply flowed into his mind as if he had been listening, hard to tell he had even gotten lost in his memories with his goggles on.

"Mmm..."

It was the noise Areon made when he had ideas that made everything more comfurtable. Areon had heard of the Horsemans last stand and a little about who each of them was, esspecially Narin, so caution was something he would need to take... So as much as he hated it, he would have to put himself in danger.... Again.

"Wyatt if you would do me a favor... Could you go with Narin and meet with the pillars? In the mean time I'll see what I can dig up on these mystery factions."

Areon was sure Wyatt would know why he would ask him to go against his own plans. Areon would of regularly relied on Wyatts plan, as Wyatt was know for his excelent tactics, if not the best back in the gang wars. Areon was a member of Nocturne and swore his alliegience to Auroth as well, he knew how it was, something he shared in common with Wyatt in that past aspect, which is how Areon came to know so many rumors about The Tactition.

Areon had alot of trust for people, but after so many abandoned the fighting in the middle of the war against Mathew he had to make sure who was on what side. Just to make sure Narin wasn't going to let whatever remnents of the Horseman come back in his heart that could cause this to be even more troublesome, was best gotten out of the way early. To re-assure Narin he would turn his head to him and speak to him.

"I still wouldn't turn my back on this schools pillars, I've heard my fair share of stories on them as well."

[Wyatt]

A eyebrow slowly arose form behind Wyatt's deep red shades then quickly disappeared. It would appear that Areon had some trust issues with Narin....mosy likely caused by Narin's alter ego in times past.

But if Areon wanted someone to keep an eye on Narin to see if envy would take over, then so be it. Wyatt had a very interesting if not a bit blunt to see if Narin would use the sin like person of his past.

"As you wish my friend, Narin and myself will attend to the pillar issue....and I know best way to get most of them out in the open aswell...may be a bit blunt but I think it fits our needs quite nicely"

Wyatt slowly looked his fellow comrades in turn ending off with Narin, his deep red shades almost glaring through them. The phrase 2 birds with one stone fit this situation quite well....to Wyatt's amusement.

Wyatt would relay this plan to Narin when this little meeting was adjourned but a question was slowly circulating within Wyatt's mind at Areon's little plan.

"May I ask what method you'll use to solve the mystery faction identity...or shall I remain ignorant to this for obvious reasons?"

If Areon was going to do anything drastic Wyatt would rather not want to know.