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Post by David B. on Sept 7, 2009 11:43:18 GMT -8
'What a gorgeous sunrise.'He stood atop the roof of the library, eyes facing the ever ascending ball of fire and gas as it cast its light upon a once blackened earth. Bright strays of pink and purple cascaded gracefully across the sky, bringing a deep glow to the face of David Blaze. His hair was billowing gently in the breeze, his hands stuffed lightly in his pockets. He wore faded blue jeans, slightly baggy to give his legs room to move. He wore a white dress shirt, which was open and billowing in the wind, revealing his white Tee underneath. He gazed out across the expanse of the city, his eyes tranquil yet stern. The world was ever changing, ever evolving, yet strangely the same. People became more cruel, more evil and deep in their lust for power. His eyes averted from his view to a girl who was walking rather strangely, and with a speed to match. Her shirt was slightly torn, and behind her were three laughing boys. Anger Welled up inside of him like an ocean, overflowing and encasing him in a deep aura of pain and hatred. He walked to the edge, vanishing at it before reappearing in front of the boys, his foot lightly touching the ground. His hair covered his eyes, the building blocking the wind, a dark aura surrounding him that would go unnoticed by any by the strong and those who desired to see it. Still, it would be felt. They, obviously, didn't feel or see it, for they attacked. He was a blur, a wisp of wind and pain among the trees. Within several seconds that would seem to pass into nothing the boys lay scattered about, each given their own net of punishment. The girl would turn back to him, eyes liquid and face streak from the tears. Her gaze fell on the boys littered behind her, and she gasped. What had happened? She heard nothing from them but short grunts and moans, the like of which had come quickly and faded. She saw the back of a boy, hands in his pockets, walking away. She wished to call out to him, to thank him, but her voice was hoarse from screaming for help, from trying to find a soul who would help her within this hell- she had only just escaped, the boys kissing and searching fingers making her weep and cry out to no avail. She clutched her books to her chest, and thanked him deeply with her heart. David stopped, and turned, his left side facing her. He stared for only a second before giving a smile and a nod, a brief notice, a message that he understood. He would suddenly vanish right before her eyes, her lips parting in wonder as he returned to his duty- she felt safe. She felt secure. It had been so long since she felt this way- it was something that made Davids job worth it. Guardian of the school. He had no title- he wasn't a pillar. He wasn't Captain. He was just a kid who knew that the students here needed someone to watch over and protect them. He made his way through the crowd in the cafeteria, eyes hunting for his next excuse to intervene. He was here for the kids who had no strength and voice, he was here to guide and guard them. David would do just that.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 7, 2009 12:43:56 GMT -8
[OoC: If this is alright.]
[white] - Things were calm in the cafeteria, it was something Mr. Amakusa really liked the sight of. Students were laughing together, talking, having a good time with no violence in sight; it was something he rarely witnessed. He leaned his back against a wall and he sighed with relief. It was a time like this that he really enjoyed his job, teaching wasn't as bad a thing as some people would make it out to be, and twelve years was enough to prove that to Takehiro. His peace would be short-lived, however, as in the southern end of the cafeteria a fight was slowly breaking out between multiple students.
- Takehiro was quick to act, arriving on the scene in a moment's time, surrounded by fifteen students, ten of which were angry at the other five, and the other way around as well. Seeing as how Mr. Amakusa was kind enough to intervene, they saw him as some sort of a nuisance and decided that not much could be done with him in the way, so all fifteen would go to take him out first - their mistake. Never before has Takehiro ever lost a match to anybody, be it against one or one hundred.
[green]"I'll ask politely. Find another way to take out your frustration with each other, violence will only lead to much more."[/green]
- Two of the students laughed and ran forward, leaping and slamming their feet into Takehiro's chest, expecting the teacher to fall back in pain. Quite the contrary, actually. As the boy's would attempt to harm him, he would rush forward while barely making any motions to slam his chest into their feet, sending them into the floor in pain, and it seemed as if Takehiro hadn't made any sort of movement at all.
[green]"If I must, then, I will solve this problem by force."[/green]
- Takehiro would wait for one of the students to charge at him and he would make a quick sweeping motion with his left leg and slam his shin into the boy's ribs, causing him to fly into another boy. Four lay in a slump, pained, and the last eleven circled and closed in on Takehiro, yet another bad idea. One would launch a kick at the giant's stomach and he would wrap his arm around the boy's leg, lift him into the air and spin around, slamming him into the other ten boy's, causing them to fly back, and then he would release the boy's leg causing him to slam into the four who were already in a slump. The ten who were knocked back got up in a panic and surrounded Takehiro once more. The man just popped his neck and waited for someone to act.
[green]"I won't warn you again.."[/green][/white]
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Post by David B. on Sept 7, 2009 13:00:52 GMT -8
OOC((Totally fine- im going to play off that they have never met or seen each other if thats cool with you.))
David paused, his head scanning the crowd, his mind pushing the thoughts of the female back as he resumed his duty. His eyes fell on a very tall man, surrounded by students who were looking either angry as hell, or worried. He growled in frustration- could nobody get over the need and hunger for violence? Why did everyone constantly have to show thier dominance through fits of anger and loss of patience? Some may ask why he did- his answer would be hat he didnt. He got angry at those who broke the law, and he dealt justice accordingly. The school system was too short and bogged down for waiting and trials- he would take the law unto himself and issue punishment when it was needed, right where and when it was needed. In the act, not after.
He would vanish from view and appear in front of the Teacher, whom he had never actually met before, his eyes scanning the faces of the kids who went from slightly angry, to surprised at having someone just materialize in front of them.
"You will stop. You will get to your next class." His hands came out of his pockets. "Or i will make you."
Similiar to the Amakusa, David had never lost a fight, at least against someone of a similiar level of fighting and strength. He had been beaten before by a group of fighters many times his ability, but then again if several people of this teachers size and ability attacked him-
Well, regardless, David watched, waiting for a response he had hoped would cause the least amount of Damage to thier lives. Of course, no students he had seen who were willing to play the numbers game had ever backed down from a challenge, especially when the odds were set at five to one. His glare deepened.
'Just do the smart thing....leave.'
OOC((Was unsure if i had control of the NPC's or not.))
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 7, 2009 13:19:25 GMT -8
[OoC: The not-knowingness is fine, and you can control the NPC's if you want ^^;]
[white] - Seemingly out of nowhere, a boy would appear in front of the Tank, in his defense as well. At that very moment, Takehiro could tell that the boy had a great amount of skill. To everyone else, he would have practically materialize, and that automatically earned him the teacher's respect. It seemed, as well, as if he would intimidate the delinquents, and he was doing a rather good job at that. Four of the ten looked at each other and slowly began to back away, while the other six decided they wouldn't take any of the crap. One of the six picked up a large chair and slammed it into Takehiro's back, and as a reflex his left hand shot out at the boy's chest, sending him through the doors of the building.
[green]"I deeply dislike fighting. How about you all go ahead and get to class now? You're very outmatched here."[/green]
- He spoke lazily and straightened his tie. His right hand would come up and he would place it on the shoulder of the boy in front of him gently. [green]"Thank you."[/green] Quickly, he would reel around and slam his forearm against in incoming chair and the boy carrying it fell back onto his anus. Four of the nine left finally ran off, leaving five left, trembling yet still feeling the need to be baddass. It was quite ridiculous to Mr. Amakusa, he didn't really see the point in it. The five all charged, angrily, attempting to tackle Mr. Amakusa into the ground and he stayed still, like a stone wall, not really showing much emotion. He would now see how quickly the boy would react.[/white]
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Post by David B. on Sept 7, 2009 13:44:22 GMT -8
David pivoted, whipping his leg up in a crescent kick to the skull. The kid went flying, the boy to the other side turning his attention to the now unconscious youth. David followed through on the kick, whipping his body around on his left foot to slide and kick the feet out from under the boy, the kid falling sideways. Before he landed, Davids fist would crack the fellows sternum, And as the other three saw this they paused, unsure of how to continue. David would appear in front of them, and in what would be nothing but a blur of fists and grunts, Send them all flying, one left from a right hook, one left from a right backfist, and the other striaght into the air from an uppercut, imbedding his head into the ceiling.
David turned, looking over his shoulder and taking a deep breath, his eyes on the teacher.
"Your welcome." He looked around a moment. "Gimme a sec."
He began to pile the bodies one on top of another, then liften them all into the air, grunting under the weight. He would disappear, one body sliding off as he did so. A moment later he reappeared, picked up the body, and vanished again, then stood in front of the teacher once more, hands back in his pockets, a look of question on his face.
"What happened to make them try and jump you?"
David would think that the mans sheer size would deter the students away- still they attacked. He was glad though, to see that his reputation was still standing. His name, having once been well known, was being spread throughout the school once again, though he didn't mind either way whether this teacher knew of it or not. He just supposed it helped every now and again- since the four students who ran obviouly knew who he was.
Regardless, he waited, eyes and ears waiting for an answer.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 7, 2009 13:57:53 GMT -8
[white] - Takehiro watched the boy's impressive display of strength and speed with intrigue. It had been twelve years since anyone of note was spotted by this teacher, and here one boy was with enough skill to make up for all of those years of boredom. Takehiro couldn't help but grin at that moment. The boy would then proceed to ask Mr. Amakusa why the boy's would attack him, and he replied with a shrug. [green]"They had some sort of 'beef' with each other and didn't take too kindly to someone interrupting in their business, no big deal really."[/green] He stretched his arms lazily, popping his arms in the proccess.
[green]"Mr. Amakusa, I'm a new teacher here. Nice to make your acquaintance."[/green]
- He would hold his hand out for a shake at that point. It would certainly do him good to meet and befriend #259's strongest. If only #552 had these kinds of people twelve years ago, maybe it wouldn't have ended up like it did.[/white]
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Post by David B. on Sept 8, 2009 7:44:01 GMT -8
David cocked an eyebrow. Sounded like a very typical story, and he guessed he could accept that as an answer. He stuck out his own hand, clasping this teachers in his with a good, firm grip, but nothing too macho.
"David Blaze. I'm obviously a student here."
His hand returned to his pocket, keeping his face clear and devoid of any emotion. David wondered where this man had came from, and why he was here at 259. Most teachers had a reason- whether they felt it thier responsibility to gaurd and guide the students, or if they wanted to gain power and strength for themselves and turn the students into a bunch of mindless slaves, everyone had a reason. Perhaps this teacher was here to just teach. He doubted it. He never met a teacher he truly liked, either because they were cowards or because they were fiends. He wasn't one to be prejudice or stereotype, so he tried to keep an open mind and outlook on this behemoth until he was proven otherwise. If the guy wanted to try and do good, real good, David would not only commend him, he would help him.
But if he did evil.
David would BREAK him.
He smiled calmly.
"So- what brings you to 259?"
A deeper question than the man probably guessed.
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Post by Amakusa Takehiro on Sept 13, 2009 18:30:55 GMT -8
[green]"What brings me here? Hmm, that is a good question. I was asked pretty much the same thing at the last school I was at, and I gave a rather vague answer and that led to myself being hospitalized, so - though I doubt you'd attack me, since you don't seem to be hostile - I'll give you a complete answer."[/green]
[white] - Takehiro straightened his tie once more, making it seem as if he was self-conscious of how it looked on him, and began to study the boy. He looked like your typical 'badass' of the school, and he had the skills to match, but his personality, from what Takehiro could tell, was that which you would rarely find in these areas. He was reminded of Xaier McCaine, an old friend, and he couldn't help but smile.
[green]"Twelve years ago, I was in a rather similar school. Every student was hostile toward everyone they saw, and one man decided it would be a great idea to challenge a teacher. After what could almost be counted as my only loss, I set out to help the students of that school, and ten years made quite a difference. I am here now with similiar intentions, I wish to end the violence, to 'clease' the school, if you will. Protect those who must be protected, and put those who must be in their place. After all, this is a school, not a warzone."[/green]
- The response seemed rather vague, but it'd do for now. After all, first impressions weren't always a permanent impression. He would wait to see how the boy would respond, maybe he'd have an ally in his endeavor.[/white[
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