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Post by The New Student Dean on Sept 12, 2009 20:50:10 GMT -8
"GENTLEMEN." * * * * * * * * * * * * *  "I'll go wait for them outside."
Sitting erect in his chair, his eyes swiveled to and fro between the computer to his right and the three piles of papers to his left, to which he would occasionally hold up one, eyeing it for a moment, before muttering it a few things, either putting it back or rearranging it.
...The room, in contrast with the old dean, was completely bare; A new spartan look had come with the new Student Dean. No pictures, no portraits, just the white walls, the sun lighting onto the desk through the thin cracks of the blinds of the window. A new green carpet that covered the center of the floor, just a foot away from the walls as the threads were left out straight. A wired telephone was built into the mahogany desk, as the big thing seemed to emanate a presence of a giant, in spite of the small man.
Yet, here, at least for a while longer, it was here that things were kept simple, gentle, and pristine, as the man's fingers and hands moved with the dexterity of two decades worth of professionalism.* * * * * * * * * * * * * NPC: I stood outside, leaning my old back against the door. It'd been a while since I had anything to do with the academics---Though, obviously (or perhaps not) that wasn't the case for us being here. My eyes looked about, as I raised a few brows at some of the passing people, and at some of the incoming people---Before I'd whisk my palm in the air to stop them, as my right thumb flicked up the papers accordingly."...Pardon, sonny, but could you say your name agai---"..."Mm-hmmm---Noo... I'm sorry, but Brady Sanchez don't look like its appearing on my list. Sorry, but please move along."Shooing him away with two lowered movements of my hand as I shrugged at him, I couldn't help but smile. I'd like to think I hadn't forgotten what it was like to be young, but these youngsters certainly did it for me. But today was going well so far... I only hoped it'd only continue to be so easy. Being a bouncer had its tough bits, after all, and its not like our new Student Dean needed more problems on his plate. The poor fellow had just gotten out of the hospital a few months ago. Almost nine full months, since the blasted incident.
Hard workin' fellow.
Goodness, he'd been working so diligently from the time I stepped into his office at 8 o' clock this morning, to the point where I stepped out, that it was a wonder he didn't pass out from exhaustion!* * * * * * * * * * * * * ...
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Post by David B. on Sept 12, 2009 20:57:37 GMT -8
David moved off the nearby wall, having appeared there only a few moments before. His eyes strayed to the old man, gaze flicking up the haggard body and scraggly beard. He wondered what this was about- having and hearing someone say they are the student dean and actually act on it was a strange and foriegn concept. He approached the man, his voice quiet and simple, his hands in his pockets.
"David Blaze."
He would watch the old man, glancing passed him into the office. Why was this guy barring the way? And why did the "Student Dean" want to see the people from the correctional facility? Questions began to swim, mostly because he had never heard of this guy. He figured if a new student dean was coming in they would have at least heard something.
He waited, watching, hoping for a go ahead to enter.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 12, 2009 21:12:42 GMT -8
There seemed to be a line to get in nowadays. Gabriel had an odd nostalgic feeling upon when there were indeed less people in the world. Less struggle, less havoc and just plain ol' more time to allocate to the finer things in life. Now it was simply rush in and get things done, messy or not. A calm facade as he approached at a distance from David Blaze, hoping to not have to fight it out again no matter how much he'd grown from it.
"Gabriel Seran..." He'd say in a cool voice to the hobo taking a role as a bouncer.
Gabriel was almost amused at how this system could take in men off the streets to work as highly operational staff. Supposedly the school funding must be going down. A small chuckle as he would hope to be let in.
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Sept 13, 2009 0:26:23 GMT -8
"And reports of the dritonium plant being destroyed by a single platoon was scepticle at best, but-"
As Leon was teaching about particuler instences surrounding the A-bombs existence the announcement would cut him off. This was interesting, did he feel so inclined today as to meet the Student Dean? Yeah why not.
"Excuse me class, review the print outs of the paper I handed out and when I come back we will talk about it more."
Leon would make his way out of the class room passing both David and Gabriel, to get a good look at this hobo looking guy. Pedophile maybe? Made no difference right now Leon was just curiouse, though realizing he had a seriouse look on his face hed smile wide.
"Hey, whats up? Leon Sudeki. Was called over the big voice."
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 13, 2009 0:30:36 GMT -8
The announcment made Bastille cringe. Just two days after she had come back and so did the memories. Bastille stood still in teh hall, while others walked around her ignoring the announcment. Her eyes watched the ground and she began to shake a bit. The incident was still a little heart racing for her. She let herself remember aiden at home smiling as Homi taught him how to cook.
With a cirve of her lips she turned towards her reflextion in the window. Either way, she couldnt go like this. She walked into the school bathroom and slipped her hair up into a Short Black wig styled like a french bob. After a few minutes of adjusting she shrugged out of her bomber jacket and stuffed it in her bag then put on rouge and red lip stick. Her eye liner was missing so she would have to get over it. Putting her sun glasses back on she walked in her plain black shirt and tight jeans to the office. People stared at her curious as to who she was, she ignored them....she was busy trying to change her voice to a french accent. Why was she doing this? More for curiosity sake in the first place...it was all the curiosity. Otherwise she would have gone to class. AS far as anyone knew...Bastille Cunningham
was dead.
She reached the door to find Frenchie, Leon (a man she had only seen about two times but knew by apperance alone) and...(heart skipping a beat) David there. She had to admit that what they had, had been a werid sort of intence flame for Bastille. Had driven her sort of insaine. She looked away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. When the guy got to her she pushed down her glasses so only he could see.
"You know who i am....." she whispered patiently in a french accent then turned to look at the other two then away again pushing up her sunglassses.
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Post by John on Sept 13, 2009 0:37:57 GMT -8
John had been away for a long time. Training his Qi, the over use of it now obviouse in his appearance, his hair had turned blood red, and he had died a few yellow streaks into it to imitate flames as it was spiked up with a few strands hanging over his face, his once blood red eyes had become golden and glassy. He wore a red shirt, the chest plate over that shoulder guards over his shoulders, and brown jeans that where worn baggy. His fire gloves where on as well, the full gloves with the globe on the back of the hand holding a symbol of fire in its illusionary glimmer.
"John Ong. S.H.C.P."
John wasn't too confident right now he was actually pretty tired from combat and training. Though it wouldnt be hard to looka t the news and find out how he had been training. All those wild fires didnt just pop up from a lit cigeratte now did they?
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 13, 2009 7:34:41 GMT -8
Mitsuki went to the Student Dean's office because she was curious what he or she might have to say to her - not because she was called over the announcements. She wondered of dear old Cough Drop was still the Student Dean? But that most certainly did not sound like his voice? Ohhhh, but maybe he had a little lackey doing all those minuscule tasks for him, like calling certain students out? Either way, Mitsuki was excused from her class - not that she needed to be - and found herself waiting to speak her name to a homeless, gentle-looking man. David, Gabe, Leon, John and...a female, who was unfamiliar to Mitsuki. She brushed that thought off, assuming that the female had been involved after Mitsuki's disappearance.
When it got around to her, she would speak, "Mitsuki Park."
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Post by The New Student Dean on Sept 14, 2009 17:19:12 GMT -8
Old Allies, New Enemies "David Blaze." NPC: After a few failed and tried attempts, another young man walked up to me. Pushing my back off from the door, I looked the man up and down. ...Hands in his pockets... Out of old habit, I grimaced, tutting slightly with my mouth. "Pardon, boy, but can I ask ya to take your hands out of your pockets? Just for securities sake---Now lemme see..." I said, more to myself as I buried my hands in the paper of the clipboard. David Blaze. There was an image of him, about a year old. Quite the serious look on his face, the name, the little statistic notes on him... I don't know why the Dean even bothered detailing it all out for me. Shaking my head, regardless of if the boy did as I said or not, I'd shrug, before beginning to turn arou---"Gabriel Seran..." ---Well. I was about to turn around. Mentally blinking for a moment, I slowly looked to this fellow, my hands already working the papers, before I realized I wasn't even looking for anything. Maybe if it was in Brail, I could read/feel it out or something... "Mm..." finally looking down, nodding a bit apologetically to David for a moment before looking at this fellow, giving him the one-over.
Familiar.
A year ago, I hadn't seen either of these fellows, but they had definitely been part of the "Incident." I made sure to read up a little on the documents on them due to the aftermath (although, its not like you can do much else when you're stuck in a wheelchair for 3 months), but the significance of things never got a chance to truly play itself out.
Finally, I found Mr. Seran's profile, and nodded.
...Might as well make them all wait outside while I wait for a few others, I decided. "Please just stand against the wall for now, to the sides of me... Just a moment longer." I'd say to the both of them.
A tall, blond-haired man approached.
Leon Sudeki. Lightning Dragon."Hey, whats up? Leon Sudeki. Was called over the big voice." ...The details on his report, the rumors, the fear that surrounded him while he was being held in captivity... I remembered them all quite clearly. Still, for the sake of keeping my new job and to instill an air of professionalism, I buried my head into the papers (perhaps just to avoid looking the big-looking fellow in the eyes), before finding him.
Yep. That was him."...To the side, please, until I let you," I said, waving my hand towards where David and Gabriel should have been standing at that point. My eyes weren't on him so much as trying to look for anyone else. Intimidation was very prominent, I won't lie, even if the young man was smiling the crazy. The seriousness of it all.
A girl who could've worn a bit looser-fitting clothing approached me. Mentally judging girls negatively who dressed so... risque... these days was a pastime that irked me to no end, but before my mind could finish its thought, my mind flashed back. A year ago. The familiar look of the face, the hips the---
---Good Lord. Really?
My eyes may have stared a bit too much but, I slowly went through the reports, just to be sure. Many had died, I'd seen many die, crushed by the rubble. I'd seen the old Student Dean and an Italian rushing over, picking up the dead, broken, and sometimes unconscious bodies... But just..."You know who i am.....""..."
"Lord have grace, yes I do," I whispered back, unable to break into a slight smile. She'd been with that one other girl, and that crazed-looking feral boy---My memory wasn't that bad, eh? I would've said more, but from the secretive way she was holding herself about, I only nodded slowly, as if to to say "And I'm glad to see you're alive."
Funny what a short amount of time with a few people in Hell can do to you, for you.
The latter two were as unfamiliar as the first two."John Ong. S.H.C.P." A flamboyant, intense looking fellow. The theme of fire was screamed about him (though not at all in a homosexual way, of course). But he reminded me as one of those Japanese cartoons. I had to double-check on him to be sure, since he looked so dramatically different from the reports. S.H.C.P. and a former participant, eh?"Wall, please, Mr. Ong," I'd say as usual, smiling cordially with brows raised, my eyes closing slightly in admission of recognition of his legitimacy to be here.
...It was tough, but the Dean had a point. While many faulty things had happened, though they lacked discipline, as a raw fighting force with talent? A lot of these kids... especially with their insane amount of power potential...
Especially of whom, extended to the last person. This rather enigmatic girl, even in the files we had of her. I nodded as I looked at her, waiting to hear her name."Mitsuki Park." Out of everyone here, she was the only one to have not participated in this "incident." But at the same time, she had an enormous amount of power locked away with her. It may have been just as well. If she hadn't "mysteriously" disappeared for a while, she was just as much of a potential target as the other kids, if not as much as Leon, due to the sheer strangeness of her analyzed abilities---which were few and far between. On what we had to rely no her were old record of recorded fights on paper, to which it suggested her level of power was, at this point, the wild card of the situation, other then the fact that she was the Student Captain, as the profile pointed out.
I waited for about five more minutes, seeing if anyone else would approach. Two kids did, but they were just curious, trying to see what all of this was about. I had to dismiss them, but I tried to be as nice about it as I could. I wanted to wait a little more seeing as how this school was huge, but I figured if there anymore, they could just knock. Although... the "Do Not Disturb" sign (which, from the looks of this place, would soon be vandalized and/or stolen) would probably serve a deterrence to those who actually did apply.
Oh well."Alright... all of you," I said, turning to the door a little more hastily, taking out my key to unlock it a bit abruptly. "Please don't worry about your classes, you will receive passes for them---Although you probably won't need one, Mr. Sudeki," I said, trying to get a laugh, though I nervously began over. "--To, erm, well... Anyways, we'll explain as best as we can."*CLICK*
*SCREEEEEEEEEEE...*
As the door opened, I backed up, waving my hand for them to enter through the side, leaving them enough room to enter in a single-file line. Inside, the Student Dean looked at them all, the papers about his desk in a neat order, his elbows resting on some of them, as his fingers were clasped together. He was leaning forward, staring at them with narrowed eyes."Gentlemen."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Sir, Mr. Blaze, Mr. Seran, Mr. Sudeki, Miss Cunningham, Mr. Ong, and Miss Park, present."As they'd all enter in, the Student Dean continued his strange pose over the desk, looking at the old man."Gentlemen, I realize we lack chairs---Could you acquire a few for us, Lauro?"Raising his brows in slight confusion for a while, Lauro looked about. There were no foldable chairs to... well, unfold and sit in."Right, a moment, sir," he replied, hurriedly heading out."Thank you," the Dean called out after him, as the door shut, locking them all in. And then his attention switched back to all of them. His mind buzzed in memory of the names, the profiles, the history, the statistics, his eyes looking about like a hummingbird looking for food as he absorbed the new change to his new environment. Slowly pressing his hands onto the top of the table, careful not to slide his papers from underneath him out of order, he pushed his legs back, so as to push the chair back, and stand forward. He knew them, was around them, had been with them... or had studied them extensively in the recent past. His back slowly erected itself from the forward, hunched over, to the tallest he could make himself, neck straight. The air of a professional coolly flowing from him."Greetings. I am Toyota Musashi. You may call me by my Americanized name, Taylor Adam. I am the new Student Dean. A pleasure to meet you all."His body held its stillness with little effort, no signs of shaking. Smooth, perhaps robotic, but his movements were very precise---if a bit slow. He'd slowly go to his desk, pulling a few drawers, picking out papers from the hundreds of files he had automatically, memorizing them all. He'd then put a few of them on the desk."I am here in replacement of Mr. Kaufman, who passed away approximately nine months ago, due to the massive earthquake that struck the school. It is unfortunate that you had to lose a man of his caliber and standards. I will try to live up to them, and promote the discipline and education he strove for."...He hated speeches. He'd rather be more casual, but the fact that this was his job ever always cracked into his head. And it wasn't that hard after a few decades of doing this over and over..."Due to past events lining up to a year ago, the constant fragile situation of Public High School #259 and the cover-up of the Correctional Facility, I have been put in place here, along with a few of my compatriots---"---At which, at this point of the damn long thing, the door abruptly unlocked and opened with the old man carrying in six plastic, folding chairs. Nodding apologetically, he moved the chairs to the back of the room so that the listeners would be able to choose if they wanted to sit or not, before turning about and locking the door. Standing vigilant with his back at the door, he kept his hands at his sides, leaning back lightly on the glass-part of the window frame, just a little against the blinds of the door's window. The Dean took this all in stride, nodding first to Lauro, before continuing on, as if nothing had happened."...by the German Enforcer Corporation and the Japanese Enforcer Corporation as a means to help out the school's situation, in gratitude of the school's cooperation of the joint cover-up.---But make no mistake. I am here to stay out of my own choice."
"I am looking forward to future cooperation with you all to keep the violence in this school down---yet at the same time, I hope you'll be of service to me, sometime in the near future, given your school's constant war-like nature.~"...
Everything up to this last part was stereotypical of a Student Dean to say. He may have even been expected to have been a little more arrogant, or derogatorily of the area. But he allowed himself an admission to discuss the topic of possibly hinting that the school's violent nature may have even its own pluses...
...
Lauro shifted a bit uneasily where he stood, as he watched the Dean. This was the one part he was always... anxious about... when he looked over the prepared speech. And for the Dean himself, his eyes and lips, rising up a bit, showed what could possibly even be a sign of amusement at the thought of this place.
The insinuations were many... And he purposely paused for a minute, staring them all down."..."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 14, 2009 21:18:13 GMT -8
"Greetings. I am Toyota Musashi. You may call me by my Americanized name, Taylor Adam. I am the new Student Dean. A pleasure to meet you all."
At this, Mitsuki Park began to wonder not so much about Mr. Toyota Musashi, but more about Coughdrop - or Mr. Kaufman. Not that Mitsuki ever had a thing for the previous Student Dean - okay, perhaps a small crush - but the mere fact was that she had really, really looked forward into fighting him in the near future, whether it be simply for fun or for more serious matters. He was the type of man that, although may come off as an asshole, is still rather entertaining and amusing to be around. Although the two did not have a delightful first meeting, it was still...rather humorous to think back upon. Oh well, she'd have to locate him and shoot him an E-mail, or something. See what he's up to--
"I am here in replacement of Mr. Kaufman, who passed away approximately nine months ago, due to the massive earthquake that struck the school. It is unfortunate that you had to lose a man of his caliber and standards. I will try to live up to them, and promote the discipline and education he strove for."
What?
Nine months ago? Mitsuki mentally frowned, though her outer image remained the same. Massive earthquake? Woah, woah, WOAH. Coughdrop wasn't allowed to die - not until she at least got to fight him. How could he be dead? And by an earthquake, of all things? What had he been doing? Why couldn't he just jump really high and really far like a lot of other students when in such a dire situation? Just how big was this earthquake? How many student lives were lost? Why is he dead? Stupid old man. Coughdrop may have not been THAT old, but she was still calling him old just to spite him, even though he's dead.
As expected, old man. You can't do anything right.
"Due to past events lining up to a year ago, the constant fragile situation of Public High School #259 and the cover-up of the Correctional Facility, I have been put in place here, along with a few of my compatriots---"
The door opened, interrupting the Dean. The soft spoken man entered with six chairs, and Mitsuki would have moved to help him out; carrying six chairs alone may have been a difficult task to an ordinary man. He may not be ordinary, but it was never a sin to show kindness. So she would collect a couple of the chairs from him and set it down; Mitsuki herself chose not to be seated, only because she preferred leaning against the wall.
"...by the German Enforcer Corporation and the Japanese Enforcer Corporation as a means to help out the school's situation, in gratitude of the school's cooperation of the joint cover-up.---But make no mistake. I am here to stay out of my own choice."
More enforcers? Hnnh.
She wasn't fond of enforcers; ones like John Ong and Leon seemed perfectly fine to Mitsuki, since they pretty much acted like pillars and didn't step out of line. Other enforcers, however, seemed to like having power over the student body, and being at school should not be regulated like a jail. Mitsuki's job was to protect the student body - how the hell is she supposed to do that with so many enforcers ramming things up certain body parts where things should not be rammed? Unless the enforcers changed. Were less volatile.
"I am looking forward to future cooperation with you all to keep the violence in this school down---yet at the same time, I hope you'll be of service to me, sometime in the near future, given your school's constant war-like nature.~"
Well, not very many schools aren't in a war-like state..
"...Before I continue, do any of you have any questions, so far?"
Mitsuki would speak up.
"I have a request," she started, pausing as if waiting for some indication by the Dean that she should continue. If not, then she would continue anyway unless he said that she should save requests until the end of his little speech.
"I'd like to have a personal meeting with you after all this is over, a majority of it concerning Mr. Kaufman's death," Mitsuki continued, "That is...if you have the time."
Was she insinuating anything? Maybe?
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Sept 14, 2009 22:03:15 GMT -8
‘Ah hell he said my last name. Well shits and stickers, might as well. ‘
Bastille removed the wig and stuffed it in her back pack as well as took out her bomber jacket and shoved it on zipping it up and then taking out her rapier and flipping it in her hand before sheathing it at her waist belt. Her all this while the man continued to speak. Bastille kept her eyes curiously on the old man…so Gramps had made it through. Somewhere inside she wanted to ask gramps about the kid…but she held back. Now was not the time.
Finally he asked for questions. Bastille had by this time folded her hands behind her head and was leaning against an imaginary wall, using the moment to balance herself. However, she was paying acute attention and as he mentions his predecessor’s death, Bastille leaned back into a neutral position, her hands still behind her head. Crimson eyes glimmered in the sudden conversation deepener.
The girl next to her chose to speak. Bastilles eyes only glanced at her…then returned to the wall. She let her eyes glance at David, who in all honesty didn’t seem to have noticed her yet. ‘good grief’ this situation was sticky.
Bastilles eyes rested on the guy in front of her.
“neh neh, how come I cannot detect your muscle movements? Curious really…really…curious” Cutting off the girls answer, her smile turned upward into a wide smirk. Something you might see on a insane scientist.
“I am dreadfully amused…” She smirked taking out a pokey stick and sticking it in her mouth. Her way of trying to quite smoking….for the 9th time this summer. She took a step forward placing her hands on her hips and bending over the desk to take a look at him. Her eyes narrowed and widened a couple times before her expression returned to a bored look and she stood up straight. “hm hm….my questions are from gramps over there, but they can wait…continue” She said suddenly unamused and turning back to the chair set out for her which she quickly turned around and plopped in so she was straddling the back. Her eyes, no matter how bored her expression, remained focused on the man in the front.
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Post by seishounohana on Sept 14, 2009 22:23:56 GMT -8
My apologies for Em's late entry.
Emily had every intention of going. But of course, she had just enrolled and barely even stepped into her class when she had heard the call.
Hopefully nothing wrong's happened again.
Just when Emily had hoped for a moment of peace; at least, for a while, considering she just moved back to Long beach and still had some adjusting to do.
Actually, a lot of adjusting to do.
Emily excused herself from the class and headed off to the Student's Dean's office. Surprisingly, she found herself able to find where that place is. Maybe because she had been here, or at least passed through here, many times before. It did take her a few minutes though, not like that she had the speed of light or teleport to where ever she desired, and so she kept a fast pace until she saw a crowd gathering near the student dean's office.
Uh oh, she was late~. Somebody was already on the way to opening the door.
Emily then began to run forward, stopping right behind Mitsuki, slightly embarrassed considering the fact that almost everyone called was present and she, herself, who more or less prided on her punctuality (regardless of the occasional tardiness) was late.
So right now, she had a sense of shame.
She didn't really know what was going on considering all that she had missed.
Um. What would she do now?
Emily would follow the crowd of students, throwing a few anxious glances at David and Mitsuki at times as if saying "what's going on?"
And then, the man introduced them to yet another man by telling him of their names. Might as well introduce herself as well, right? Maybe later.
So, Emily kept standing, and was really unsure of what to do - that is until the man began to speak.
"Greetings. I am Toyota Musashi. You may call me by my Americanized name, Taylor Adam. I am the new Student Dean. A pleasure to meet you all."
New student dean? Was there ever really one? Emily wasn't exactly familiar with much of 259's faculty, even before.
"I am here in replacement of Mr. Kaufman, who passed away approximately nine months ago, due to the massive earthquake that struck the school. It is unfortunate that you had to lose a man of his caliber and standards. I will try to live up to them, and promote the discipline and education he strove for."
Kaufman? Emily had never really interacted with this man before, so that only left Emily still a bit confused. The poor girl.
"Due to past events lining up to a year ago, the constant fragile situation of Public High School #259 and the cover-up of the Correctional Facility, I have been put in place here, along with a few of my compatriots---"
...
Ugh, he just had to remind her.
Emily still wasn't over that place. Well, to a certain extent; she still couldn't get over that guy.
...
Okay. Erase, erase!
"...by the German Enforcer Corporation and the Japanese Enforcer Corporation as a means to help out the school's situation, in gratitude of the school's cooperation of the joint cover-up.---But make no mistake. I am here to stay out of my own choice."
Enforcer?
"I am looking forward to future cooperation with you all to keep the violence in this school down---yet at the same time, I hope you'll be of service to me, sometime in the near future, given your school's constant war-like nature.~"[/color][/i]
Uh huh. Stereotyping; typical of adult perception regarding schools. Which was quite a reality anyways, so Emily didn't really think much of it.
"..."
"...Before I continue, do any of you have any questions, so far?"
"Um," She began politely, "Emily delos Santos, sir. My apologies for being late."
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Post by Mr. Kaar on Sept 15, 2009 0:06:01 GMT -8
The guy tried a joke? Leon smiled and would go to wrap an arm around the guys head and pull him towards him in a kind of friendly gesture.
"Awe come on man, you dont have to be so awekward, joke it up."
Leon teased as he made his way inside. Big cheesey smile on his face. He'd wait around in the room, alot of storng people all around him, the new Dean, why was he here? Leon was in the fascility being used to power some sort of machine yeah, but after he found out it was all an illusion made by the mute guy... Anyways they where the ones that unlocked the true Lightning Dragon in the fascility.
When the chairs where brought in Leon reached into his back pocket an dput on those old Strike Gloves. He'd walk over to the chairs grab one unfold it and take a seat.
The new Dean was explaining alot, Leon himself wasnt present for the earthquake but he heard about it, a shame that guy died in the quake. But life rolls on. There where some things in this guys speech he didnt get a good vibe about. The two different enforcer companies, Leon didnt work for either of them, he was hired by Asiv as a priovate enforcer along with Areon Fury to do what we could for information gathering and stop violance when we could. Mostly cause Leon got his teaching liscense and became the history teacher.
Though he wanted to ask a question, he didn't. When the guy spoke of being there of his own free will, well... That brought something to mind, he figured he would keep to himself for now.
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Post by John on Sept 15, 2009 7:09:14 GMT -8
John made his way to the side where everyone else seemed to be shooed. Worthless scum. John still couldnt believe all the power he had been fighting to gain was so easily obtained by these low level clowns. But he would put his pride to the side for now and see what this new Dean wanted, the two before him where fools. Neither could use the S.H.C.P to their full potential. But what did this guy want with all of these people.
~As much as I hate to admit it these guys are probably the strongest in the school, or even the whole area. Gathering them in one spot is pointless and probably stupid. Lucky enough the big guys seem docile for now.~
Johns mind worked around a few things, then they where allowed inside. Moving like he usually did he made his way to a far wall and leaned, its what he usually did. While everyone would talk John would be snapping his gloved fingers for the friction causing a finger to spark to fire and then flutter out.
Listening though he paused in one of his snaps as if caught off guard.
"What do you mean by of use to you?"
He didn't care if it was out of turn, rude or not. They would all learn their place in this world. The strong rule the weak.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 15, 2009 15:01:41 GMT -8
Gabriel stood aside per the instructions though he felt as though he was being siezed up something he both relished and disgruntled his furious nature. His eyes fixated on those lined up at the moment. From what he could tell there were the two Dragons at the current situation. There was David Blaze and by association surely Mitsuki Park, a hooded woman who'd he'd deducted to be Bastille seeing as Blaze was present and another character he didn't recognize however he kept on guard. Cautious of the situation surely to unfold.
"Gentlemen, I realize we lack chairs---Could you acquire a few for us, Lauro?"
Gabriel watched as a man brought out chairs for them, Gabriel however used his provided as more of a standing post, he didn't want to be caught off guard should this friendly meeting be one of cruel intentions.
"Greetings. I am Toyota Musashi. You may call me by my Americanized name, Taylor Adam. I am the new Student Dean. A pleasure to meet you all."
Eyes surveyed the man, Japenese in decent by the observation or at least a mix of the sort. Seemingly average frame aside from his Mysterious get up. Over all not to be trusted.
"I am here in replacement of Mr. Kaufman, who passed away approximately nine months ago, due to the massive earthquake that struck the school. It is unfortunate that you had to lose a man of his caliber and standards. I will try to live up to them, and promote the discipline and education he strove for."
'Discipline?' Gabriel could have laughed at the word, it meant nothing here adn held little value. Gabriel barely knew Kaufman, but from his intentions that meeting he had little knowledge of whether the man endorsed violence or not. He'd gotten his hawk gear from him. A pair of items that had set him in the standings of powerful leaders. He quite liked that aspect of the man.
"...by the German Enforcer Corporation and the Japanese Enforcer Corporation as a means to help out the school's situation, in gratitude of the school's cooperation of the joint cover-up.---But make no mistake. I am here to stay out of my own choice."
"I am looking forward to future cooperation with you all to keep the violence in this school down---yet at the same time, I hope you'll be of service to me, sometime in the near future, given your school's constant war-like nature.~"
O.o? Enforcer, the word held a dirty meaning to Gabriel. Upon his arrival at this school he'd ben thrown into bloody conflict against the Enforcers, successfully shutting down a part of their branch here and with the Correctional Facility down he'd hoped that they'd never be back. But once more he was wrong. Simply another branch and another division of men to kill and destroy. There was no apparent head to the snake in this scene.
Gabriel toddled over the answer to his own question in his head. If they were to take out the enforcers before, why is it that they are back again? And why hasn't anyone shown any signs of outrage at this fact? Were they all that docile? His face grew more squinted, it seems as if his own actions were of greater concern than a group comprised of adults holding children hostage. Shame.
Gabriel tapped his foot at the floor with certain agitation at everyone's active sense of sheeplike nature. He wanted to show the dean firsthand what Warlike nature was in store.
"Why are you here than? Didn't the Enforcers get it when the Correctional Facility was toppled? You can't play with people as though they're pawns."
'Hypocrite'
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Post by David B. on Sept 15, 2009 15:45:20 GMT -8
David listened politely, not truly reacting to the information given. He didn't trust the guy- not because of some unseen aura or outward appearance, it was just the fact that he was faculty, and faculty at 259 had a bold habit of fucking things up.
He folded his arms, leaning back against the wall as a couple people spoke up. Mitsuki said something about wanting to meet with the man later, and David agreed- though he wasn't familiar with this "Kaufman", he was very familiar with the enforcers though in all honesty he never fought them. The only true things he had heard from them were things about fighting and that they had attacked or ran the school. His sources were iffy, and so he didn't take everything according to thier words...but still...
He waited, wondering just what this new dean intended.
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