Wut Will Nicht Sterben

[Fau$t]

MY RAGE DOES NOT WANT TO DIE.

His steel-toed boots clung to his feet, making sure that a quiet echo followed in his wake. All that fell within his wake would fall. Anyone in his way would die. Suffer the fate that many had experienced before them. His rage was not to be supressed any longer as he made his way down to the courtyard for some alone time during lunch period. He couldn't bear eating with his colleagues in the Faculty Room because many of the them didn't seem to enjoy his presence at all too much either. Faust was a convicted murderer, the minority of his body count being teachers from #552... So nation-wide his killings had been spread. Shit. He didn't think he was that popular at all, maybe just another serial killer when he got bored from the same shit everyday. Bad publicity is good publicity as they say. Wait. Murdering really isn't all that bright on the 'great'-side of publicity. But meh. Ignoring most of the thoughts currently going through his head, he only focused on relaxing near the clock-tower in the middle of the courtyard. Keeping up a steady pace, he exited building C and continued on towards the high tower. A few days ago, Faust had been informed that he would soon have the access keys to the clock tower... He had already planned out a few events to take place there. It was very windy out today, the slightly harsh breeze pressing up against his body. Faust had decided to wear his long-sleeved, ribbed black shirt today... So he didn't have to worry about chills along that sort.

Rachegedanken von Demut gepeitscht
Du siehst und hörst nichts mehr
Deine kranken Gefühle
geben ihm keine Chance
Deine Wut will nicht sterben
nur dafür lebst Du noch

Rage. It truly was the only thing that was keeping him alive right now. Thoughts of vengeance thrown into the maelstrom of hatred that was his existence. But what would he do when his revenge had been executed? When he had all of his answers and the solution to his problem? He wasn't sure. It didn't matter right now. He'd think when he had a better view on it all. Before he could even dismiss the thought he was ABOUT to dismiss, shouting and yelling could already be heard in the distance... Closing in on him.

"That's him. Faust. My brother had told me about him. My brother went to #552, he knows from experience how terrible this man was... Now, boys... Let's give him a 'warm' welcome to our school."

Turning to the right. Several students. Faust merely watched as they charged at him. Smiling, he thought of his first act against the student body. Though, suddenly, he brought up his pointing finger and actually began pointing at each of them in the group. The group stopped for a moment and gave him an awkward... Blank stare. Was he COUNTING them?

Sag mir, wie weit willst Du geh'n.
willst Du ihn am Boden seh'n - Ja.
willst Du, dass er vor Dir kniet - Ja.
willst Du, dass er um Gnade fleht - Ja!

"..."

The eerie silence that would follow after would soon be broken. A sinister cackle erupted from the giant's vocals as he charged forward at the group suddenly. Had they forgotten who he was? Give /HIM/ a warm welcome? They forgot WHO THE FUCK they were dealing with. He was fucking unstoppable when provoked. And these ambigious little fucks had walked right into the Lion's Den. They were going to die. Torn to shreds. And they weren't ever going to be found. Because he was going to chew EVERY last bit of these fucker's up. EVERY. LAST. PIECE. Faust moved at almost impossible speeds for a mere mortal, he was nothing but a mere blur as the group would soon fall. The first of the five would suffer a quick demolishing, as Faust's right leg rocketed throughout the air so that it would connect with the kid's jaw. Shit. He missed his target, but instead had it collide with his cheek-bone. Lovely. The child now had a dent where a plump human cheek used to be. That's actually quite funny. The student was sent through the air, making impact with a tree in the distance. Smiling, a short giggle escaped his lips as two of the students decided to high-tail-it. Like they would escape. Hah! Keeping at an abnormal speed, Faust chased after the two, somehow appearing in front of them before they could even get on to the path towards the door. Spreading both his arms out eagle-style, the small children would make direct impact, sending them to the ground almost instaneously. Three down. Two to go.

"Noooow~ Who wants to hurt next~?"

((OoC: Anyone can join. I'm too lazy to finish this right now.))

[Fau$t]

((OoC: You people suck horribly at RPing and leaving people hanging. -_-))

[Razzo]

ooc: I won't leave yah hanging man.

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« Oh, so crude. »

A calm tone rolled of the tongue into the air as slight flashes of metal only shifted through the air for a second, two yelps as more came forward, penetrating the tendons on both right and left legs while off to the side with the brim of his hat low Razzo watched, it was interesting to see the teacher move, it was rather something to muse and that is what he did as he watched the last two try and run, yet in that moment there ankles split open while with arms crossed the black clad senior held a magicians smile. Smoke trailing up from the brim of his hat while he took a soft drag from a thin paper tube, and of course a small plume as he chuckled softly at the twos misfortune while a good bit of gore spilled from the rather clean and large cuts. He didn’t however waste much time as he began to walk from his place after leaning forward ever so slightly, walking toward the two while of course upon reaching them he only retrieved his dispatched tools of trade which of course as he re-obtained each the merely vanished without a trace and thus he simply turned to face the teacher.

“Yare… quite the display, just gets my blood boiling to watch a work of art.”

He said in his mask tone while he spat the butt of his now burned out smoke to the ground, the embers breaking apart softly on the ground as the orange glow was sucked away in the wind, the Jackal was of course interested in such a display of dominants and he himself wanted a shot at the teacher… but at his current level doubted even he could pose a match… or perhaps he could, it of course was easy to disable a demon, then again it wasn’t the time for such things as he politely bowed for a moment while his left white gloved hand atop his black large brimmed hat.

“Might I ask your name?”

He stated, as he never knew this teacher, new? It would seem so, and clearly more skilled than the older ones who he usually dispatched on a day to day bases as he had done with last years dean… whom from what he knew was also replaced, and thus he simply stood, waiting to see what this beast would do or say… though in his mind he was already prepped to deal with an attack… speed or no there was good distance, and Razzo unlike this man was calm and relaxed, a little enticed but nothing more than that.

[akada]

( Since I have NO clue as how to reply to the Faculty Thread guess I will reply here XD )

"Faustus.. Tsk. Tsk."

There was a slight bit of a monotonous air about his tone of voice, that, as well as the fact he was walking towards him as if he could careless about the bloodshed. It was more like consoling a young child. You could ask them to stop all you wanted ,but it wasnt like they were going to actually stop.. at least when you werent looking. It was too fun. To add to that, he couldnt exactly point a finger and wave it around as if he hadnt a care in the world, for the simple fact that he was also responsible for quite a bit, it would turn him into a hypocritcal prick.. and we just couldnt have that on his own watch could we? No. His motion towards scorning Fausts actions were not for the purpose of saying they were bad, oh no. His words followed quickly in turn and then that lucid voice would have displayed the precise reason he had been at blunt point with a tsk and tsk.

"Your losing your touch.. from the man I remembered, on a seconds notice he would have slaughtered these little piggies with no remorse. Now you look like your taking it easy."

Brow rose slightly and there was a bit of a grin on his lips should that monstrosity of a man look around.. though. Waiting for him would have been the familiar face of an equal beast, towering upwards above the ground at seven feet even. He could hurl cars, plenty enough to be called a behemoth.. but that wasnt the point was it? He didnt ALWAYS cause havoc.. ok.. thats a lie. He did when he could, but Faust had always been regarded as disgusting in his antics, and "scary" , and in the past he had always provided a great show for him to watch. Maybe today was just an off day for him, he asked himself at least that question, before letting those massive hands slip downwards into his pockets, body standing up right still, he never did like slouching down, made him look like a big idiot.

[Fau$t]

A new presence had made it's way into the fray. If he wanted to live, he'd do best to stay away as far as he possibly could from getting caught in the cross-fire. But before he could even speak up and actually answer the child that addressed him... A familiar face. Hiroko Katashi. A man he hadn't had the chance to have a proper conversation with in a very long time. Two of the most dangerous people in the nation, locked in one courtyard, forced to teach at a school where violence was pure game. Of course, he never had a problem with considering it like that. Without even acknowledging the two presence's, Faust merely looked down into a face containing nothing but pure fear. The boy that he had just easily disabled. Without any hesitation, his arm shot out to latch onto the boy's neck, pulling up so that he limp body hung in the air. Tighter, just a little more tigher. His grip on the boy's neck began to increase with each passing moment, listening to the student's pathetic attempts to actually gasp for air. It was almost automatic for his nails to begin to dig into the maggot's flesh, drawing just a decent amount of crimson fluid for the child to loose almost all the color in his face. Pale. The child was now deathly pale, but a blue tinge beginning to infect. Loosening his grip on the boy's throat, he could feel him gasp for whatever oxygen he could inhale with one breathe. Too little, too late. As the boy fell to the floor, Faust swiftly brought up his left leg so that it would collide with the child's spine. CRACK!

"Fuck. Losing my touch? You've lost your mind, old friend."

The words were released in a rather quick slur, as the boy slumped to the floor, a cold and blank gaze attached to whatever life still keeping him alive. There were some things even worse than death. Knowing that you could never move your legs, knowning that you would be bound to a wheelchair or hospital bed seemed so much worse than an eternal rest, don't you think? Grinning a little bit, he kicked the student to the side as he walked towards Hiroko. Still acknowledging the senior's presence in the group. He would expect him to catch on and maybe speak up for his actions, or else Faust would have to exact some "discplinary" measures.

((OoC: Shortness~!))

[akada]

"Mm.. thats more like it. "

There was a slight grin on his face as he looked on, watching as the life wasnt drained from the boy, but more so ripped away as if it hadnt been there in the first place. His own breathing seemed unfaltered by what had happened, unaltered in that its slow, rythmatic movements continued to flow freely within his chest. Rise. Fall. Rise. Fall. Oxygen soaking itself into his blood and only providing the needed nurishment for his hand to rise upwards, pulling from his pocket and presenting itself to Faust, or rather. Faustus as he had become known to this behemoth. It wasnt out there in the traditional sense of a hand shake. As if Faust would have taken said hand, he would have bent elbow slightly and pressed his shoulder towards Fausts, giving a slight smack on his back before letting go. An odd little ritual, but one he had performed with a few select people numerous times. To show that they were held in a higher regard then any of the other maggots roaming this earth.

"The touch is strong.. but as they say, it only remains thus when you use it and use it well."

A nod of his head and that hand would have twisted backwards, acting almost as a snake as it sunk back within the dark confines of that pocketed pair of pants, hiding there, resting amongst his wallet and of course, those few number two pencils which always layed within his grasp, few here would have known their purpose... yet. After all the news had assumed a knife had been used to cause the wounds.. graphic and disgusting, but that was just the name of the game when it came down to himself, and the male which stood across from him. Why? It was just second nature.. and you could always take the man out of nature, but not the nature out of the man..