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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 23, 2009 18:24:38 GMT -8
Katsuri had walked about this school for quite some time, and there was one person he vaguely remembered from the talk he had gotten from his brother, and that involved one Johnathan Winters.. someone that had been associated with Jenna Scorn. All the same. The man had been spoken of as being capable of manipulating the weak through charismatic exploits, and whats more, had the intelligence to coincide with such things. It was a beautiful symphony as far as Katsuri was concerned, whom even though enjoyed doing things the "rough and tough" way, also had an admiration for the arts as well as science in general. It was part of the reason why he picked people as "test" subjects as you will.
This was not the case today, he had been looking for the man for no other reason then the simple fact that he was wanting to find out what he was capable of, and that did not necessarily mean on the battlefield either. Just call it a general judgment of ones abilities off the battlefield also.
Thus, here he sat, against the over turned heap of metal that had once been a locker beneath him. He was waiting on the white haired male to appear, having been told that he would knew what he looked like immediately, and if he did not, then he was simply not looking hard enough.. if what they said was true though, then he would have to investigate this Mr. Winters far more closely to understand him better, because he may have proved invaluable in the future.. whats more though, is the most intriguing part about the boy seemed to be his age in relation to what he was aware of in terms of maturity. Not so much amazing that he was young, but that due to his surroundings had matured in such a way. Ah well.. save the psychoanalyzing for when the white-haired male arrived yea?
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 18:14:30 GMT -8
Enter The Katsuri ...In the platonic, not-homosexual manner at all.
*Coughs*
A certain German was walking very, very slowly. Just slightly better then it had been in some time. His hair was washed up, cleaned of the dirt and blood, and knotted behind him into a pony-tail. Ears were cleaned up, a X-scar about his chin, and all sorts of other scars showing up on his face, some more recent, others accumulated over the 3-4 years he'd been at Public High School #259. And honestly? He couldn't remember anymore.
His face was the only distinguishable part of his body that actually appeared to be open to the public. The rest of his body was hunkered down with his large black Hades Coat, the scarf he always wore about his neck, blue jeans, his Artemis Hunting Shoes, his Ares War Gloves... and then of course, his three weapons: Sol's Baton, holstered underneath his coat on his right hip, his large bokken "Ambition" that was out in the open on his left, and his huge hammer that he had strapped onto his back.
The easiest way to tell him from the others, though, would be to look at the eye-patch covering his missing left eye. The eye-patch with the Nazi insignia over it.
Hence, he was walking around, arms swinging at his sides, but going at a much slower pace then the people around him. Much slower. Yet, some people were going to the lengths of getting out of his way. Others outright shoved their shoulders into him, telling him to watch where he was going. Everyone else just went about as normal about him. But it was his eye that made even the typical 259er wary. He was watching, scanning from person to person, making small mental notes---especially to the large fellow who was just sitting on a set of lockers.
Goody. Looked like it was just a few lockers short from his. Pausing for a moment, he looked at the man, sitting on the lockers...---He seemed unfamiliar and familiar at the same time, but he knew he'd never met this man. And until recently, never seen him at this school.
Probably another transfer.
Mumbling to himself for a moment, he considered, his eye flashing with a burst of thoughts, his face turning to a smile. A genuine one, right before he turned to his locker, his face returning to neutral again.
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 24, 2009 19:02:57 GMT -8
It seemed the target he had been seeking was finally here, although, obviously over dressed for a mere stroll through the halls of 259.. or was he? Either way. As he appeared, Katsuri's eyes automatically locked on him. It was not because the behemoth had some sort of ESP sensing device that let him know it was Winters, but because this was by far the oddest mother fucker in the hallway, if you dis-included Katsuri in some peoples eyes that is.
Those stark white eyes looked over Winters closely, taking note of all the stuff he had on, and the fact he had a rather large ass hammer as well as a sword attached to his person. They were allowing weapons in this place now? He had to get himself a damn sledgehammer then, he just had been aching to get one so he could smash stuff when he felt like it without having to use his own two hands.
However, he did not bother looking too long, instead rising to his feet as the boy went for his own locker, standing upright at a full whopping eight foot tall, of course, you knew he was heavy as hell as well, so it was no surprise that if a scale were below him he'd have clocked in at four-hundred fifty-seven. He'd crush a line backer with the slightest of ease, and yet 259'ers seemed to cause issues for him some times.. peculiar.
Oh. As far as homosexual was concerned? Careful Mikey. Katsuri liked boy-tush too! =D Enough of that though, back to the plot. That monstrosity in a humans body would have walked towards the man, admiring that hammer of his in the process because he wanted a smashy thingy too someday. Either way though, he paused just a foot or two away from the boy, so close he would have been able to hear him breath. "Johnathan Winters.. " Mm. Guess how he knew that name and you'd get a cookie because you were paying attention. Lovers were such interesting things. His baby brother for instance and a certain itty bitty asian girl.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 24, 2009 23:11:37 GMT -8
I Can Do It Too! "Johnathan Winters.. ""Man Vith Big, Intimidating Voice," he'd reply in the deepest voice he could muster in himself.
MVBIV, in other words. And that wasn't even a word, much less a usable acronym. And when he said it, he looked completely at his own eye-level, towards this man's chest... or stomach... or crotch. Whichever was in his face, considering the man's height. Not even really fazed. Or at least so he would act. Hard to tell with his face.
In truth, it was to buy him some time.
The man knew one of his alternative names (which wasn't that hard to figure out if one checked around with enough gossip/rumor), but it wasn't as known these days.---Or was it? After all, he still passed it off as an alias to those who he wanted to give false-yet-not-false info to, such as Olesya. But back to the point. The German would not be intimidated. In fact, he'd try a new approach:"How may I help you, MVBIV?"---Don't ask how he managed to pronounce that---staring at whatever he was staring at, instead of raising the angle of his head to look at this man in the face. |
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Feb 25, 2009 9:45:26 GMT -8
Man with big intimidating voice? No wait, he pronounced with with a v instead of a w, that got his brow to cock, but then again, glancing down at that eye patch he grinned inside, knowing just why. Though, the fact he was being mocked was lost on the male, as quite frankly? He was not worried about such things at current point. "Katsuri Katashi actually. " He said in reply with the comment of being a MVBIV apparently.
Hey! Can I have a neat eye patch like that? Make my middle name a K and I had the initials KKK after all! Then the dreaded question was asked.. what did he want? Well. He was not sure really. He wanted to get to know this man sitting infront of him, in a completely platonic manner mind you! But get to know him none the less, as the things he had heard were to blame for that.
"I had to see if the rumors were true.. of course, one thing they said was true at least. You carry a bunch of shit, thats for sure. " Referring of course to the equipment the man had on. Underneath Katsuri's clothing? You'd find a vest made of kevlar and steel, it was small on him though, so it was essentially like having a tank top on, leaving little issue as far as movement was concerned. The gloves on his hands, which had been large on the previous owner were just right on his own, but suspiciously looked to be nothing more then plain ole leather gloves.
"My dear baby brother," Dear. Pft. "told me quite a bit about you, of course, he mentioned that what he knew he knew from rumors as well for the most part. "
Regardless of how intimidating his natural voice may have come across, there should have been no issue of hostility radiating from the behemoth, aside from the fact he was just so fuckin' big. After all, if this had been a call to arms he'd have swung on him no sooner then he saw someone with too much gear strapped to their body.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 28, 2009 0:46:31 GMT -8
OOC: ...A shitton of short posts on my end. Until my muse hits me again, which should hopefully be soon.
Big Friendly/Fucking Giant? "Katsuri Katashi actually. "
"I had to see if the rumors were true.. of course, one thing they said was true at least. You carry a bunch of shit, thats for sure. "
"My dear baby brother told me quite a bit about you, of course, he mentioned that what he knew he knew from rumors as well for the most part. "...The German was on the verge of laughing. Well, he did lean back rather noisily, letting his back slam into the locker doors, as he looked at the fellow, crossing his arms in what appeared to be genuine amusement."Your dear baby bruzzer?" cocking his head to the left in a tilt, as he continued smiling in his mock fascination/immense curiosity. "...Vell zen..."
"I hope I didn't disappoint you too badly."...His chest began to move up and down, as it traveled up to his neck, and finally to his head, as it cocked back and forth in a silent laughter that sounded horrible, coming from his nose. But he was looking away now. Out at the window, in a casual sense."I can tell, just by looking at you, zat I vould stand no chance---One on one, fair und by ze rules."...An admission to his own personal weakness, but also a possible testing of this fellow's "self-confidence" or what was more-often to be found, blatant arrogance? Or was the German just be subtely smug?
...Or maybe...
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Post by Katsuri Katashi on Mar 2, 2009 1:03:29 GMT -8
OOC: Do not worry about it Mikey. I have not had a muse in a relatively long time, at least I have not been as lethargic lately though. ^^
"Mm. For one, combat is not fair. A fight perhaps, but I have not found a person to fight in this school yet, everyone treats it as if they are at war. Rather amusing actually. "
A smirk, but after of course a bit of a chuckle followed, promptly actually. He would have leaned back slightly away from the white haired male, no longer hovering over him like he was getting ready to abduct him for some less then kosher illegal practices.
"For two. I had not planned on testing you, combat, fight, or otherwise. I merely wished to meet you as you may prove useful to know in the future. "
This said he would have let his hand disappear as it did so often throughout the day, pulling a silver flask from his pocket. The ornate one he had had was now in the possession of Sara Quinn. This one was merely a simple silver flask, smooth and polished, with the traditional grooved screw cap on top for easy access even when you were already hammered out of your mind and needed a little more in order to put yourself to sleep.
The lid was removed, allowing it to hang down by the small strand that looped through the top of it to keep the thing from disappearing. "That is if you would allow me the honor?" He said just before he brought that flask up to his lips, pressed it in close and then tipped it upwards, drowning a bit of his sorrows down with that spiked brown liquid. Far more potent in this container then he ever had it anywhere else, it was the end all to be all in order to relax him.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 5, 2009 0:39:38 GMT -8
OOC: I'll be ending this thread now, due to your declaration of retirement, and for Saturday, March 5, 2009. Feel free to respond to this with a final post or to leave it at this, if you want.
An Honor Of Acquaintance...? Natural intimidation."Mm. For one, combat is not fair. A fight perhaps, but I have not found a person to fight in this school yet, everyone treats it as if they are at war. Rather amusing actually. "...For the German, who had been holding a good bluff, the way that M.V.B.I.V./Katsuri Katashi leaned back, his own self-confident chuckling... "Unfettered" felt as though he could breathe again. Slightly. There was also this fellow's interesting perspective on the transitioning phases at this school. Yes, it was turning into more of a combative place, as opposed to a school full of fights... But was it really so amusing?
"Unfettered's" goal was---
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Not yet. Not yet. He wouldn't think it to himself yet."For two. I had not planned on testing you, combat, fight, or otherwise. I merely wished to meet you as you may prove useful to know in the future. "A flask shined... Was this guy a teacher? No... he didn't strut himself about in that sort of sense. However, the German hadn't felt such overaweing confidence in quite sometime---No, never like this before. Even the Dragons were humans---monstrously powerful, but humans nonetheless, plotting as he did. He could understand them, fight them, use them.
This man... Too genuine. To simple, yet perhaps he was just overly complicated. It was hard to describe, but the vibe...
"Unfettered" just kept on smiling, looking at the window, averting the man's gaze. This wasn't the feeling of someone who could be taken down by normal means. Even as he smiled, his hands went down from his chest and into his pockets, fingering for something in his pants. His left heel going up and down slowly as a slight twitch."That is if you would allow me the honor?"...
The grin disappeared.
Turning himself towards the man, the German nodded promptly, looking at the fellow with a neutral gaze."...I am... "Unfettered" Winters. 17 years old. German-born, Public High School #259 native. Leader of the organization 'Militia' around these parts..." even as he was dialing on his flipped open cellphone, looking at the man straight in his eyes, even though he had to tilt his own head backwards, just to look at him in the face. Giving away such viable information... No, it wasn't a show of confidence. Not even an act of desperation. This man was beyond usage as a scapegoat or a catalyst in his plans.
Yes, he'd found it. The "wild card" in his plans.
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The German had to force himself to look away. He sighed, as he heaved his shoulders up and about, to stretch. But he couldn't bear to look Katsuri in the eyes anymore."...Und I am afraid of you. Of vat you can do."Looking at the man in the chest, he nodded as best as he could in respect, before swallowing. Nodding, unable to bluff any further, he held up his phone to his ear."Ve vill meet each uzzer soon, Katsuri Katashi."With that, the German would walk away. Hurriedly. Keeping the cellphone to his ear, as there were questions thrown at him that he seemed to ignore. Not until he had exited out of the hallway, and way out of this man's earshot, would he mutter sharply into his cellphone:"Track him. Get a favor from ze Attendance Lady. He's not hard to find---look for ze giant."An acquaintance...
Nervously, a sweat drop forming over the side of his forehead, his head working at ramming speed, he shook his head as he grinned in spite of himself.
After all, how often was it that you would meet your potential killer?
...Especially with what he had planned for his honored acquaintance.
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