Something Drastic (Anyone in Militia)

[Areon Fury]

Areon was completely unsure what he was going to do to get in contact with these forces against the transfers. He didn't want to tell Wyatt cause... Well Wyatt would be against drastic measures. But since Areon said he would deal with this alone, he mite as well get started right? So he found himself a nice little spot in the school cafeteria, got up on a table and waved.

"Yo."

Okay so a few people gave him attention... That was all he felt he needed. So he would begin his little speech that would be simply drastic.

"I am Areon Fury, Ex-School Captain of Public High School number five five two. I am the leader of the transfers here to seek peace with those against us."

Now he'd stand there and wait. His goggles covering his eyes, messy dark blood red hair, black jacket with blue whisps on his back, hands and arms wrapped in bandages, and his tan cargo pants. Yep, anyone from 552 would tell you, thats Areon Fury.

You may be asking yourself, why is this drastic? Well simply because he declared himself leader of the transfers, which was a straight out lie, any transfer could be pissed off about this and completely blow his plan out of the water. Or it could backfire completely and be used to upstart a massive brawl in the cafeteria. Areon's measure of tact is very limited when it comes to politics, which is why he usually had Wyatt near by.

[Rem]

Today was a great day. Yup, just eating up shrimp egg foo young he'd smuggled in, sitting in his nice little corner. Mmm~ baby shrimp, too young to defend themselves....~

"Yo. I am Areon Fury, Ex-School Captain of Public High School number five five two. I am the leader of the transfers here to seek peace with those against us."

Sonuva... He'd had his chopsticks just a few millimeters from his mouth, but stopped to let it hang as he heard the other boy's loud, brash appeal. Well, screw that. Rem was technically Militia's second-in-command, but he sure as hell didn't have to be the one to address this guy. Not when there were countless other little subordinates around the place. He grinned. Like clockwork, a few Militia members rose from their seats. Only problem was, they didn't look like they wanted to sit and have a civilized discussion. Sighing, Rem raised his bowl and gobbled his food down quickly, tearing up a bit since he didn't have time to savor his favorite food. Then, he rose to his feet, stalked over to his subordinates, cracked them each one upside the head for being stupid and then left the cafeteria, beckoning Areon to follow.

[seishounohana]

Emily was sipping some good ol' Mango fruit shake when she heard the commotion. She only met it with a raised eyebrow as she continued on enjoying her drink, still quiet.

She eyed several students, who were basically either staring at her or at the other Militia members. No sign of "Unfettered", and it seems only Rem and herself would be there to cater to ... Areon's request.

The girl would stand up, still drinking her fruit shake as she followed her brother. Trailing quickly until she walked with him side-by-side.

She was hoping, slightly, that "Unfettered" would arrive.

Emily didn't know what she was in this group. If she was a co-leader, or a member. Either way was fine... to her. Probably would have to double-check on it with Jon.

As for now, she walked with her brother to where he'd lead this transfer.

[Areon Fury]

Gah, great. Yeah he sorta figured he wouldn't get the kind of warm welcome he needed to have a peaceful resolution to this mess, he was almost certain this would put him on some hit lists or what not. Either way the few guys that stood up looked kinda tough, and Areon was all ready to let loose what he learned from fighting Criss Cross the Wind Dragon back at 552. And all those other really tough fighters. He wondered all that time why it was so easy to pick apart peoples fighting styles... Or maybe even why he could learn and adapt other ways of fighting to his own. But he was on the table, ready to get air born at the slightest show of motion...

Then another got up and smacked them all on the head. Seemed he was of a higher... Rank? than them. He had seen gang activity before, 552 was riddled with them. Which was probably why it was closed down. So he would play the socially right way and follow... A female seemed to tag along as well... White hair... Strange, but it didn't matter, he had no place to talk with eyes like his...

Either wya he would follow wherever this guy wanted them to go to talk... Or fight. Whatever it was that he was going to end up doing he would use it to try and end the violance against the transfers.

[Rem]

Rem remained silent as Emily and Areon followed him. He came to a halt at the base of the first floor staircase and turned to face the guy, raising a hand to indicate that Emily let him do the talking, at least for now. Areon was taller than he was. That in itself pissed him off. However, he held such biases back for now. Time to hear what this guy had to say, though, this was probably not going to end favorably for the transfer.

"So you speak of peace. Explain yourself."

[seishounohana]

They stopped on the first floor staircase, and Emily looked around. Good, empty. Not a lot of people passed by, maybe a few students here and there, but not a lot.

She was almost going to open her mouth when her brother lifted a hand. Okay, so he's the one doing the talking? Fine. "So you speak of peace. Explain yourself."

...

She looked at Areon, curious in what he has to say.

[Areon Fury]

Areon followed them to a stair case, his head unmoving besides to look ahead, his hands still in the pockets of his jacket. But his eyes where taking in everything, like he was drinking a soda. See back in 552 Areon was known for his ability to smell a trap, and this was showing all too many signs of a trap. Small in-closed space, outnumbering, and multiple other scenarios. His trap warning was going off like a hail storm. He just mentally shrugged and let it pass.

Seemed this was where the questioning would start, himself, the other male, and the female.

"Not very political are you? Oh well. Yeah I figured that little white lie would get your attention. See, I've been observing things here for a while now. I've been noticing increasing activity from a... Group? Maybe, maybe not, but its a bunch of students with the same idea, hurting Transfers. Now where I come from targeting a minority, is going to trigger some pretty... Harsh times, I just want to see if theres any way I can talk you guys out of it."

Yep, in that little speech he revieled that what he said wasn't true. The Ex-School Captain thing was, but the rest other than the peace, was a lie. Not only that, but that he wanted to try and stop the violance. See he was also leaving one crucial thing out. His plan with two other transfers. Ones he knew where capablde enough. One listening in in case stuff hit the fan. He had two ideas. Either try and make peace before war happens. Or strike the neck, then cut off the head of the leader. He wasn't School Captain for being peaceful.

[Rem]

"Not very political are you? Oh well. Yeah I figured that little white lie would get your attention. See, I've been observing things here for a while now. I've been noticing increasing activity from a... Group? Maybe, maybe not, but its a bunch of students with the same idea, hurting Transfers. Now where I come from targeting a minority, is going to trigger some pretty... Harsh times, I just want to see if there's any way I can talk you guys out of it."

Rem remained quiet as the young man spoke his piece. The same nonsense that that other guy David Blaze had been spouting. Transfers were part of the problem, not the entire problem, but an important part of it. Rem couldn't really care less about it, but he knew for certain that 'Unfettered' wouldn't be swayed for his convictions, not for anything or anyone.

"Nope."

["Unfettered"]

Suddenly:

*Cell Phone Ringing Noises*

[Rem]

Samba De Chocobo Ring Tone

"Huh?"

Rem felt the phone's vibration against his leg, and he scooped it from his pocket, excusing himself for a second. An anime version of Unfettered would appear on screen white hair and eyepatch to boot, indicating that it was the boss who was calling.

"Great timing. Sup?"

["Unfettered"]

Lol, Wut?

"Great timing. Sup?"

?...

...Great timing?

"...Nuzzing really. I'm curious as to where you and Em vent off to, zo, I was intending on getting the next stage of strategy set up."

OOC: ...Is this before or after the CF event? 'Cause... if it's after, I REALLY have no idea wtf is going on. And... not sure if Em has white hair or not.

Edit: Title

[Areon Fury]

Areon breathed normally, and sighed mentally. Why didn't talking work? Oh well, they usually understood after they where in a hospital bed or two. Areon's eyes shifted inside his goggles, invisible tot he outside world as he prepared himself to take this two out, break a few bones to get his point across. But alas, a phone call? This made the Junior settle his nerves for a minute.

~Hmm. Maybe I should give them a second chance, perhaps they are just slightly stubborn, maybe the girl would be more... Reasonable.~

Areon would turn to the female.

"What do you think?"

[Rem]

I was under the impression that it was after, I don't know which Emily this is xP

"...Nuzzing really. I'm curious as to where you and Em vent off to, zo, I was intending on getting the next stage of strategy set up."

"Some idiot decided to get our attention in a not-so-subtle way."

Granted, Rem neglected subtlety by saying this for Areon to hear.

"Calls himself the ex-captain of 552. Wants us to stop targeting transfers. I said no."

"What do you think?"

Rem simply sighed at the man's question, knowing fully Emily's answer.

"Well, what do you want us to do?"

[seishounohana]

Uh, I leave the decision of before/after CF to you guys. >.<;

"What do you think?" Emily merely tilted her head and shrugged. Why? Well, it wasn't really in her power to make a truce agreement with the transfers, even if she DID want it.

Keyword: If.

Her eyes were observant and kept an eye on the transfer as her brother was more or less pre-occupied with the phone.

[Delilah A. Black]

"Personally," Came a voice from behind the transfer, "I say we hear him out at the very least."

Nodding, Delilah brushed past the ex-captain, having listened to the whole exchange from behind the scenes. She stood beside Rem, arms folded across her chest, looking as clam as ever. "Why do you want peace?" she asked coolly, her eyes unfocused.