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Post by David B. on Feb 9, 2009 21:49:37 GMT -8
It was four days since his fight with the Dragon. His ribs, sore as hell, were wrapped from just above the hip bone to about two inches below the armpit. His shoulder had a light bruise, as well as a few others in various places. He walked straight regardless, throwing away the thought of pain and the doctors recommendation that he should remain at home for at least a month. He didnt have a month. If people began to think him out of commission, violence would escelate, just as it had when he had left the first time. He wasnt going to let that happen. Not with Emily as School Captain. He would do anything to prevent that from happening again. He crouched down in front of his locker, wincing a little in pain. His rib had been re-attached, the nerves and veins being forced to accept the exploded blood vessels in the bone.
He was nowhere near one hundred percent.
But nobody here would question him. At least, not now.
He had gained a further boost to his reputation for fighting and "tying" mathew amtrum, if such a thing were possible. In his own mind, it was a victory, but he guessed that things around him would never change. Unless they saw the body broken and left for dead, they wouldnt take that at as a win. He guessed he could respect that, after a fashion. People wanted to see an end to something, and so did he. He figured, however, he wouldnt be getting any rap from the dragons- for a time. He sat down, gasping, leaning against his locker as he looked to his watch. Just starting fourth period- his open. He reached over his left shoulder and grabbed his lunch bag, pulling it down and popping it open, grabbing a sandwich, and taking a rather large bite out of it.
He'd wait for a bit before heading to the courtyard, which was taped off and empty, the damage still having not been touched. He needed to be more careful next time- if the school was going to be protected, he needed to prevent further damage to it. He learned much from the fight besides that, however. Like that Dragons stuck together. There was at least three of them there, including Mathew. He sighed, sitting on the edge of the crumbled fountain. What was he to do now? Fighting Amtrum was out of the question, at least for a time. He needed to see to some other matters though. Speaking with Emily, Unfettered, and this new Character- Scene.
He took a deep breath, biting into his Sandwich once more.
It was gonna be a long day.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 9, 2009 22:53:09 GMT -8
The Long Day Starts ...Darkness.
Light.
Two mediums that always seemed to be the riding powers of what America looked for today. Good versus evil. Wrong versus right. Conflict. Competition. Things were just never as simple, ever since nuclear power entered as a primary player in politics. Politics of all things. But that was okay.
There was little to get in the way of what was typically what had transpired only four days ago, after all. After all. After all, what had gone on yesterday was a new chapter for Public High School #259. With the increase of transfers, the unrest with all the recent and past School Captains that never lasted long---and the month-long disappearance of one of (as he might so arrogantly describe himself) key players in Public High School #259.
Watching, four days after, waiting. His previous and recent reappearance had gone relatively unnoticed because the hubbub, but it worked out to his liking all the better. Even afterwards, not many had paid him much attention, simply because he didn't act as actively---as if he were another person. And perhaps because of that suspicion, other then ten fellows in Militia didn't bother too much with him. After all... his face was wholly... yes, completely scarred up. Beneath his pupils, going down the left side of his face, a near-star shape at the bottom of his chin, the hardened look in his eye. The way he made sure his face was the only bit of him that could actually be seen as he wore his typical attire, with seemingly increased layers underneath, to make him look slightly larger. Or perhaps it was muscle bulging, underneath. No one bothered to find out.
...To the point, though, he was standing by a cement pillar, looking out from close to the entrance of the hallway, to the courtyard, taped off. Empty. The damage to the ground still not fixed. A true battleground, testament to the road that all who yearned for it still had to travel. "Unfettered" watched, as a familiar person was walking only too soon, back onto the scene of the fight.
The German slightly contorted and concentrating face morphed slowly into a small, observing grin. Honestly. What the hell? What the hell, David Blaze?
"Unfettered's" steps were deliberate, but slow. Making his way, watching the still pondering David Blaze. After all, the transfer looked as though he was as in much thought as he had been, these past four days. These past several weeks. Heh. Yes. A transfer. David Blaze was a transfer. The very thing that Militia stood against, sought to soothe through its own means. The very thing that "Unfettered," on the other hand, used to achieve his own ultimate goal---a story, yet for another time.
Slowly, "Unfettered" would reach the area, before bending about, moving his left arm out of his pocket to bring the tape up, as he crouched a bit, taking his time, and bringing himself over to the battlefield, nearby to where David Blaze stood. Watching. Waiting. Picking his nose (which was somewhat hard to do with his gloves on). Hell, his hair about him made him look as though he hadn't showered in days. Which he hadn't. He kept a good distance of seven yards, as if to make sure that David Blaze couldn't smell his breath. More to the point that he hadn't brushed his teeth. His hair was unruly---Something, after flicking away the bogey, he'd wipe his left hand onto his coat, unpocket his right hand, and bring his hair into a rough ponytail into.*Cough* *Cough*"...Zo."His face had on something of completely bemused puzzlement, as his right hand reached into his pocket again, his left hand going to scratch his slightly hairy chin with. Eye partially closed, his lips in a crooked grin. The opening statement in the tone of "So, why are you back here in your condition?"---although the German was pretty sure he had a few good ideas and theories.
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Post by David B. on Feb 10, 2009 14:45:24 GMT -8
David took a deep breath when he heard the voice of the German. This he hadnt expected. He had planned to talk to the kid once he was at full strength, but he guessed he'd have to make due with now. He turned his body, wincing slightly as he looked over the Leader of Militia, the male seeing to have grown a bit since they last spoke. David placed his hands in his pockets, his face totally masking the pain his body was in. He didnt know if he could handle a mental battle with Unfettered at this point- but it wasnt like he was given a choice.
"So."
He returned the same question, making it seem like he didnt understand the inflection that went along with it. David wasn dumb- he knew why the guy was talking to him, what he wanted to know. He wasnt going to play a game of rock skipping though, and would wait for th question to be asked properly, if the question was in fact what he thought it to be.
OOC((Short- will be longer in the future.))
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 10, 2009 21:27:21 GMT -8
"So." It had been a while. The German smiled serenely back, though there was a tick or two of baited cockiness or knowing in the edges of his lips. After all, it wasn't often that he'd see this fellow in such a pitiful state. But stubbornness was something the German could identify with, and possibly detect."...Zo," he came again, blinking slowly, quietly making his point.
Grin.
..."Zo, you didn't win."
"Zo, you didn't lose." ...Reaching slowly into his Hades Coat, the German turned about... quietly whisking out a digital recorder. Not one of his own, but---"...Von of my men recorded this," he began slowly, playing it again, as he held it out towards David Blaze. His brows were low, the German looking at this man-returned through the slit of his eye. Not asking questions, not yet, not now. This tie meant a number of things. That these infamous Dragons, as they were from Public High School #552 were monsters, but monsters that could be matched. The German still had no idea where David Blaze really came from---If he did, he'd forgotten already. But what Leon told him in that hospital played over and over again, even though much of it was now irrelevant. Instead, he'd watch to see David's reaction: If he would watch the video, turn away from it... something. Anything. All the same, the German would smile."Zo..." he'd begin, one more time, slowly flipping the videotape shut, as he looked off in the distance. Some walking pit-patter sounds of feet walking towards them---Only one person. "...Zo you aren't a Dragon Slayer just yet, Mr. Blaze, ja?"
"Disappointing, but its more zen enough to vork vith."Taking a pause, as a familiar looking fellow smiled, nodded at the German, then took his digital recorder back, before walking off. The German then turned his full attention over to David Blaze. Everything he'd spoken was just full of romanticist ideals, but..."...Congratulations on your victory.---And by victory, I mean, having survived."A put-down?
No.
The German's smile was much more enigmatic then that. He'd talked with Mr. Blaze once before, the day before he'd left the School Captainship to Emily. Survival was, for those who were all the way down at the bottom, forced to scrimp and fight their way to the top, one of the greatest and most valuable victories. And to tie? With a PHS #552 Dragon? It would be inspiring enough to cast away some of the fear of the Dragons. Especially, when an equal who was not a Dragon walked amongst them.
..."Unfettered" smiled in quiet, genuine envy."Many people. Many, in tales of legend und lore, face off against dragons. Hundreds, thousands die," he'd walk off quietly, in front of David, to the side, looking at the broken down fountain. Almost ignoring him, just focusing on what he himself was saying---But why? Did he just like to hear himself speak? Or...?"...But... strangely..." he'd turn, eying the Student Body President (not that he knew that David was of that ranking...), "It is a human that prevails und slays dragons. Ze ordinary versus ze extraordinary."Eying him. Some message, perhaps, he wanted to convey?
..."...Zo, vy aren't you in a hospital?"The German, upon letting loose that question immediately regretted it. He had several ideas as to why, almost instantly. |
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Post by David B. on Feb 10, 2009 21:58:36 GMT -8
David eyed the german as he approached. He didnt look away, he didnt even blink or make any sort of reaction on his face, though he made his eyes slowly travel back up to the face of the german, a look of determination and curiosity coming to his multi-colored orbs. The meaning of what the man said to him was not lost on David Blaze- He heard and understood every word, though he felt differently. He knew that it was the Dragon who had gotten lucky. It was the dragon who survived the encounter and got the draw with him. MAthew, not him, Lucked out. He followed the Leader of militia as he walked to stand in front of him, still not saying a word as Unfettered began to speak about the slaying of Dragons. He popped the expected question, David sitting for a few more moments before finally answering.
"Because the school needs me. The hospital doesnt."
His words were short and to the point, though it was obvious in his voice he meant more. He didnt mean to be short with the german- he just felt tired of all the assumtions that it was him who barely escaped. He would have to live with that though. He took a deep breath, trying to gauge what exactly the fellow wanted. The guy was probably the hardest person of any of his friends to read- if Unfettered could even be called a friend. He decided to stop with the words, stop with the wit battle, and to get straight to the point.
"You were actually on my good side, so why are you here questioning me?"
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 10, 2009 23:20:30 GMT -8
"Because the school needs me. The hospital doesnt."
"Oh, I'll have none of that Mister David Blaze." A young woman said, right behind the pillar. It was Emily, who had just come back from the clinic. After a long round of catching up with Layla, she found out that David went out of the hospital right after surgery. "I appreciate the thought, but after helping Layla stitch you up during surgery I'd like you to at least let the stitches heal at least? It should be at least three more days."
Emily frowned, her arms crossed by her chest. Hey, suturing is an art, and she was lucky that Layla allowed her to. Funny, she used not to.
Silly woman and her puppets.
Looking to the side, she hid a blush as she waved to "Unfettered". She looked away for a moment to calm down and looked back at David, "I... apologize for interrupting."
Yeah. She was blushing madly.
Well, it couldn't be helped if he was there. Right next to her, along with a guy who professed interest in her.
Men are so difficult to deal with.
Corey requested me to join, so... >_>;;
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 13, 2009 20:20:55 GMT -8
...Ultimatum, Plea, Offer, Bargain... "Because the school needs me. The hospital doesnt." The German silently thought to himself whether or not to scoff or commend him. Perhaps both, if not more. Still he remained as he was. After all, Mr. Blaze was polite enough to listen to his monologue. Still, the answer was what the German would dwell on. A puzzle to figure out---the honor was there, but the intent was shrouded upon. "Unfettered" was not aware that David had misinterpreted his praise."You were actually on my good side, so why are you here questioning me?" "Oh, I'll have none of that Mister David Blaze."---Huh?
About to make a quick retort as to how he'd be on the Ex-Captain's good side if it served his purpose, following up with an explanation, but his head snapped to the direction of the ever-so familiar voice.
Needless to say his eye widened and his mouth slackened---perhaps in slight irritation or outright bewilderment, but he'd quickly regain his composure, his stance not changing in body language, otherwise."I appreciate the thought, but after helping Layla stitch you up during surgery I'd like you to at least let the stitches heal at least? It should be at least three more days."---It appeared though, that Emily hadn't expected to find him there as well, though. He only nodded at her wave, perhaps not catching hint of the blushing or maybe just ignoring it---either way, his focus was quickly redirected to David Blaze."I... apologize for interrupting.""S'fine, Em. Now zat I zink of it... Your timing is quite convenient."Very quickly, perhaps in Emily's imagination, it would appear as though "Unfettered" would look at her with a strange intensity---As if to say, "I'll explain why I was gone for a month later." If, however, that wasn't just in "Unfettered's" imagination as well. After all, he had been looking at David Blaze that entire time. Right?"Emily is right, though. Matthew Amtrum is out of commission---Und quite frankly, you should be, as vell," the likening of a firm, fatherly voice almost entering the German's deep, resounding voice. "Besides... are you still even a pillar, much less a School Captain? Have you forgotten ze promise you made me keep? I'm back now, at least let me honor zat---Though, persuading you to stay to go back is not my priority."..."Unfettered's" voice was quick in changing in intonations. His eye appeared particularly piercing at this point as well, a point to be made and reinforced.---Was all of the talk before just the foreplay to this?"Ze state of zis school. Ze reports I've been receiving from my subordinates. Ze recent influx of much more violent transfers---I have need to discuss with you, und offer vith you---both, Emily, if you still consider yourself part of Militia," his voice relaxing into a rather slow and articulated conversation voice, as he leaned backwards of where he sat, almost to the point of falling into the broken fountain. Looking up into the sky. There was perhaps some fright to be had in how he was saying so many important things so casually of and to the both of them. Whatever he was feeling was very well hidden."But, I have nuzzing to gain from a man who doesn't not understand ze importance of having himself in full health for vat I---no, but zis school needs of him."An ultimatum, perhaps? Heal up or get out of his sight?---But the German wouldn't even give either of them a chance to consider that. Jumping forward, he'd look quickly to Em, as he pocketed his hands."...May I please enquire zat you join us to Miss Clavering's office---Or anyver zat ve can get zat is private?" before slowly looking over to Blaze.
Eying him with particular thoughtfulness."Unless you still consider Militia a waste of time und space, und yourself capable enough to rectify Public High School #259 by yourself."There was a bite to his last few words... but at the way he glared at David... Perhaps... Perhaps it was an invitation, as well? But to what?
...The German would proceed to walk. Slowly. To make his way to Miss Clavering's office.OOC: ...Hope you don't mind me sorta commandeering this. |
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Post by David B. on Feb 13, 2009 22:26:31 GMT -8
David listened to Unfettered, quelling and choking off his anger. He didnt say a word through the monologue, coming to his feet and silently following the Leader of Militia. The guy thought he had it all figured out. Thought he knew everything there was to know- like he had a plan for this and everything. Once inside the office, David would close the door behind him, not looking at Emily who would be already in the room. He unzipped his jacket, letting it fall to the ground. His arms were revealed to also be wrapped in medical tape, peices of concrete and shrapnel having been retrieved from them. He wore white- white jeans and a white sleeveless shirt, the name "Blaze" in Black flame on the back, his furious scowl no coming into full swing to the German.
"Ive got one thing to say, Jonathan Winters." He didnt give a right fuck if the guy liked him calling him that or not. "This had better be good. Also, keep in mind that you have no room to judge me or my actions and thoughts when you know nothing of me besides the fact that a title was attached to my name. I am no longer School Captain, and i don't need to answer to you or to anyone else. So cut with the shit about me not in a condition to protect this place ive come to love. Any time you need a demonstration of my strength, you just ask." He was pissed off. Pissed that the kid thought to judge him. Tell him what he needed to do. What he was and wasnt ready for. What his priorities should be. He knew nothing of David, and frankly, the President was damn sick of being judged by everyone.
I mean, what was he supposed to do? what did they want from him? Did they want him to tell the reason for his leaving? Is that what all the insults, the guilt, the downright demeaning way of talking down to him and the poius way in which people constantly stated that he abadoned them was about? He wouldnt stand for it any longer. He decided, right then and there, to knocking the teeth down the germans throat if he tried to guilt trip him and accuse him again.
"I'll hearing nothing more of my leaving. One more guilt trip and i'm going to crack your skull. Thats a friendly warning, and a promise." David was never like this- he was sure his attitude would shock the School Captain, and probably make Unfettered lose faith in him or to get cocky. David didnt give a damn. He had no obligation to live up to anyone elses expectations of him. He suddenly knew the danger of his own anger, and gripped a tighter hold on it, taking a deep breath to get himself under control.
"Now why did you bring me here?"
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 14, 2009 9:25:03 GMT -8
Emily mentally frowned. Mmm, to consider herself still part of Militia is an understatement: Emily was loyal to the group, and to the cause it stood for, as far as her ideals knew, and more or less felt that that group had been more of a family to her to some extent. The filipina just shook that moment off her head and continued to listen, as "Unfettered" begun to make his intents known to both her and David.
Yes. Students- No. Powerhouses had arrived into the grounds of Public High School 259, and such a thing was more than something they should worry about. The german led them towards Layla's classroom, which was, as usual, neatly remade after the enforcer incident around a year ago. It looked the same as it did before.
The Captain would sit by a chair, right when David let out a piece of his mind. Emily would look at David somewhat sternly. "David." she would say, as if to mention him to control himself. Once David calmed down, she sat down and made herself comfortable on Layla's chair, crossing her legs as if feeling at home. Apparently, she had been hanging around here more than once before.
Taking out her phone from her pocket, she began pushing a few buttons. "Would you two mind if I bring another pillar into this conversation? What's worth telling me and David is worth telling her as well."
Yeah. Emily had learned her lesson from that previous week. Emily loved her comrades, and to have that thing happen again would break her heart.
Inviting Miss Olesya into the thread. O:
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Post by olesya on Feb 18, 2009 21:43:35 GMT -8
Olesya had been enjoying a quiet study session in the library, and by quiet study session I really mean her feet were up on the table in front of her, slouching in her chair with a book resting open on her chest. She was toward the back near the science fiction isle, hardly anyone came over here, and if they did, they generally didn't want to start trouble with a sleeping pillar.
Did I say sleeping? I meant studying. Profusely.
Beep, beep, beepbeep, beep, beep.
That's right, Power rangers ring tone, it buzzed in her pocket, waking the girl from her midafternoon snooze. reaching into her pocket, she flicked open a text from Emily. Her presence was needed in Layla's office? Les knew that Emily had some sort of standing with the teacher, but Les thought she was a little kooky. Nice as all get out, but kooky. But if Emily was texting her for a reason, she would honor it even if it put a dent in her studying.
Running a hand through her disheveled auburn and violet hair, she dropped the book on the table as she climbed to her feet, making her way to her destination. She would knock once on the door before opening it with a yawn, blinking her gaze about the room. David, Emily, and...Jon?
"This looks like a party."
She grinned, closing the door behind her.
"Ayo, Nazi boy. And Dave, you look like shit. Go get some rest, will ya?"
She greeted the German boy, her gaze moving across Emily to David, where she furrowed her brow. Les was never one for keeping her thoughts to herself.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 21:27:59 GMT -8
OOC: ...Gonna make this as quick and to the point as I can...
A Moment's Vulnerability "Ive got one thing to say, Jonathan Winters." "This had better be good. Also, keep in mind that you have no room to judge me or my actions and thoughts when you know nothing of me besides the fact that a title was attached to my name. I am no longer School Captain, and i don't need to answer to you or to anyone else. So cut with the shit about me not in a condition to protect this place ive come to love. Any time you need a demonstration of my strength, you just ask." "I'll hearing nothing more of my leaving. One more guilt trip and i'm going to crack your skull. Thats a friendly warning, and a promise." "Now why did you bring me here?" "David.""Would you two mind if I bring another pillar into this conversation? What's worth telling me and David is worth telling her as well.""This looks like a party.""Ayo, Nazi boy. And Dave, you look like shit. Go get some rest, will ya?"---
The German sat back down, suddenly, slamming the back of his head into the wall. A loss of vertigo. Even though he had gone through the worst, the withdrawals seemingly had an after-effect. For a moment, he paused, as he looked about, seemingly oblivious to anyone and everything. The color diluting out of his eye for a moment. For a moment.
He shook his head."Ah... um... Velcome, Olesya," slowly bringing his hand to his face. Smoothing himself down. He either needed to go all out, or conserve himself, didn't he? Heh. He laughed at himself.---And slowly pulled off the holders on his hammer, to have it slam down in the chair behind him. Getting it by the grip with one hand, he slowly dragged it over to David, resting the handle at David's ankle. Smiling, he pointed at his own head, and then walked back (OOC: David Is Given Permission To Auto-Knock Out "Unfettered" To Instantly End This Thread).
He looked at Olesya with a strange amount of intensity.
---"David, it is because of your love for zis school zat I am speaking. As vell as my own concern for you, vich in turn, turns into a concern for ze school." Taking the time to look at David, "Und Olesya, you are not only native to zis school, but you a competent und inspiring person." It didn't take a wild guess to think that'd he'd then look back at Olesya again. "...Und Em... You know how I feel about you towards zis school: You are von of its greatest assets. More zen I ever could be."Finally, he looked at Emily.
Paused. Looking away, he was seemingly deep in thought... Before he looked back in the Student Hierarchy's general direction. And sighed."You're all strong, but David is undoubtedly ze strongest of you. Und vith him injured... Zer vill be less deterrence towards Olesya und Em."A battle for control between the transfers... But a tactical loss for the Student Hierarchy, as he viewed it. Of course, both Em and Olesya may hate him for it, but... more pressure on the Student Hierarchy would only escalate matters overall. And then he'd have to get his hands quite, quite dirty.
Standing up slowly, he'd walk to the front desk, and sit on its corner, looking at the three. A very serious look in his eye."I von't pull punches. Olesya, David... If vorse comes to vorse, I vant you to join Militia. Because ze vorst case vould be zat ze hostile 552 Transfers take over. Und ze vorse vould be zat you all lose your positions. Und ze reason I ask---Believe or no---Is because I vant ze veak of zis school to have a fighting chance."Pause.
Let that sink in.
To inspire strength in the weak, you need the strong. A collaborative group of weaklings, while idealistic, will ultimately fall apart and fade if there no strength to hold it together, to give the others hope for. Of course "Unfettered" was strong, but... "...I am just von man. Und regardless of how strong all of you are, ve are just a small number of people to cover zis entire school."
"Hence... if at all possible, I vould have you join vith me now. Start training Militia members und thoze villing to fight---Ze transfers of 552 tend to hold a penchant for overawing strength in zer small, elitist groups. Und I vould consider it a sin if ze struggle of power vas wholly one-sided."He swallowed, nervously. Potentially, he could do this without them. Potentially, he could do this by himself. But it would be ugly. Yes, he would involve the weak---Because the weak had a voice and deserved to use it. No, he wasn't purely good---But loving Public High School #259 just happened to coincidentally be a good thing. David and Olesya were muscle, yes. But the point was not just to be heavy weights, not just to be tools... But that was something hard to convince."...Take your time in consideration."He'd look away, pulling his legs up to the desk, holding them to himself, as he hugged himself. Resting his head on his knees... Yes, this was almost a desperate plea. He would allow them to see him vulnerable like this this once. Even to David, even if he was a transfer.
Especially to David.
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...Especially in the situation if something were to happen to "Unfettered."
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Post by David B. on Feb 24, 2009 22:09:45 GMT -8
David hung his head slowly, shaking it from side to side with a little smirk on his face. Join Militia? Why would he want to do that? Unfettered gave good reasons, sure- the Transfers were strong. But it seemed to him that the only reason Jonathan even wanted him on his side was because he was strong. Strength Strength Strength. All this entire ordeal was about. It seemed like...Well, his eyes rose, Looking over at the shockingly vulnerable Unfettered- it was a state he couldnt ever imagine the german being in, and its vision was wholly strange and somewhat comical. Its absurdity gave him a moment to pause, the snicker leaving his face as he pondered the white haired leader of Militia's question.
"I admire your caring for the school, i really do. But this seems...i dont know, unorthodox." He folded his arms. "On the risk of sounding concieted, i'm going to say that my Strength and skills would probably be your greatest asset. I'm not demeaning Olesya or Emily regarding this, since they are both strong and you know it or you wouldnt have asked them to join to. Er, well, Olesya at least." He took a deep breath. "Truth be told i don't know you, and therefore don't totally trust you. My first instinct is to say no. " His eyes slid to Emily as he went silent. He walked over to the window, leaning against the sill and looking out.
Emily was alive and well. She wasnt injured, she had her title, and Unfettered had kept his word.
"I asked you, before i left, to protect Emily. You kept your word." He placed his hands in his pockets. "In my mind, i owe you a favor, and if you wish this will be that favor. Until i see that Miltia's goals are best for the school, that will be the only reason behind my joining. If, after a time, i truly see that what your doing is whats best, then i may decide to stay in the group permanently." His eyes swept over the group. "Also, i answer to none of your subordinants. If i am to take orders it will be directly from you- not from someone sent to give me orders, not from a message or a letter- from you, face to face."
He shrugged.
"If these are agreeable terms then i will join Militia."
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Post by seishounohana on Feb 24, 2009 22:31:42 GMT -8
Emily stopped in her tracks.
"Unfettered" was on his knees, bowing. Standing up, the girl looked at David, almost pleading with her eyes. "Truth be told i don't know you, and therefore don't totally trust you. My first instinct is to say no. "
It was here when Emily and David's eyes met. Yes, she was alive and well. "I asked you, before i left, to protect Emily. You kept your word. In my mind, i owe you a favor, and if you wish this will be that favor. Until i see that Miltia's goals are best for the school, that will be the only reason behind my joining. If, after a time, i truly see that what your doing is whats best, then i may decide to stay in the group permanently. Also, i answer to none of your subordinants. If i am to take orders it will be directly from you- not from someone sent to give me orders, not from a message or a letter- from you, face to face. If these are agreeable terms then i will join Militia."
Emily's eyes lit up. She then turned to Olesya with similar hopeful eyes.
No, she wasn't looking like a total otaku wishing for a NaruHina moment, but -- she was hopeful, that two people she considered to be comrades in the hierarchy would also join "Unfettered's" cause. Emily believed in "Unfettered's" leadership, and knew him to be a good person. It was a few of the reasons she fell for him.
Glancing at the German, Emily blushed. Would he really go this far for the sake of 259? She looked at Olesya again, holding her hands encouragingly. "Please join us, Les." Not like this could help, but... maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't.
It was all up to Olesya.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 28, 2009 0:13:20 GMT -8
OOC: Got the word---Olesya had accepted. RPing with that in mind. Also, in light of this, until the next round gets going, my posts'll be shorter.
A Deceiving Light To The Future The German brought his feet down to the ground, leaning back a bit. He was smiling a bit, as he nodded."Hmph. Vell, you are right: I am unorthodox. Und ja, you are right---I may stray from ze agreement, considering how loose I am vith perspectives---You'll have to let me know vat you disagree vith, as I vill let you know---But under these terms..."
"I accept both David Blaze und Olesya deBogart as Em's fellow Militia Elite Guard---None may order you to do anyzing, except for me. Und in timez of need, you may commandeer soldiers from eizer myself, Chocorem, or Gabriel Seran if one, more, or all of us are M.I.A and/or K.I.A."A grin."...Zis makes me happy..." he'd say, leaning backwards on the table, but still keeping himself relatively upright."Vith ze future missions to come, I've been in search of proper advisors for my seconds, in case I ver to die." Nope. Completely casual, as he said it. And completely honest, as well. After all, he was aware of his own strengths and weaknesses versus many of the other transfers---Making most of his own personal attacks verging on the line of suicide, especially with the line of extremity he was dabbling into, and the lengths of unorthodox amount of danger he'd put himself into.
But it wasn't his life that was important... But the symbol that it would create, the inspiration in the other 259ers.
...Or...
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