(Student Hierarchy, Former Corr. Faci. Part.)

[The New Student Dean]

Beginning Of The Epilogue, Beginning The Next Chapter

"Um, Emily Delos Santos, sir. My apologies for being late."

"Acknowledged."

Reactions. Contortion of facial expressions. Looks of apathy. Jaded feelings. Mr. Adam expected them all, accepted them all. And it all began the next round with the Japanese/Korean girl who had on a very... strange, peculiar look to her. Something about her eyes---No. Something in her eyes? Of course, it could have been a trick of the mind or a mind of the trick.

"I have a request," she began... Who was she? Right. Mitsuki Park. She was, amongst everyone else here, one of the only to not have actually partaken in with the the Correctional Facility incident. She looked at him, pausing.

"Go on."

"I'd like to have a personal meeting with you after all this is over, a majority of it concerning Mr. Kaufman's death. That is...if you have the time."

The Student Dean nodded, though without really smiling. "Of course, I'd be be happ-"---
“neh neh, how come I cannot detect your muscle movements? Curious really…really…curious”

The Student Dean blinked, a little confused, shifting his attention over to the other girl. Bastille... Miss Cunningham.

Nothing shifted in his body after he turned his head to her, but his thoughts shot a few places as he mentally frowned in his mind. "Mm?"

“I am dreadfully amused…”

The old man chuckled. Unable to help himself, the Dean shot him a glance, perhaps a little annoyed, but nothing in his body showed, other then the quick snap of movement in his eyes.

“hm hm….my questions are from gramps over there, but they can wait…continue”

She continued off, first amused, then not, kind of like a cat. For a moment, the Dean sat back on the edge of his desk, closing his eyes, as if trying to focus himself, his legs and arms perfectly still, as his heart rate stayed the same throughout.

"Oye. Then I'll tend to your questions after this session, little missy, don't you worry," came the sudden reply. The Dean smiled in gratitude, but it fell off his face just as quickly, nodding as if that were the end of that. "Yes, you have top priority then, after this meeting," he finished, looking at Mitsuki again.

"What do you mean by of use to you?"

"Well," the Dean smiled without moving any part of his body as if that were totally natural (although glad that the incessant snapping had stopped), "...The strong rule the weak in this school. The mentality for a good majority, anyways."

Coincidence? Or had he really read into John Ong's case?

Hard to say.---

"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."

...

"If you have a problem, your parents may file a formal complaint to the School District, who of their own volition, agreed to my placement here."~

He recognized the attitude that was being given to him. But without any change or emphasis in his voice... Did he just make a low-blow?

Of course, it could have been completely coincidental. So many pages, so many profiles, so many things to tend to, it was probably just the trained, professional response.

Ignoring the more accusatory questions of Gabriel Seran, along with his suggestive assumptions, he looked over David Blaze, while keeping Mr. Seran in thought. Reports from Public High School #42 were sparse and few in between, so he had no general idea of what was in store for himself, but last it was reported, Mr. Seran was of the quiet nature. Rather, he'd expect that brashness from Mr. Blaze here, who just stared, saying nothing.

But in its own way, Mr. Sudeki and Mr. Blaze were both saying their own things. The Dean wasn't a fool. Just...

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NPC: I "Hurumph,"ed quietly, having to already save the Dean with Miss Cunningham who was quite the colorful character, still shaking my head---But I admit, I smiled a bit. Now, the Dean had his standard to set for himself---A first impression. Perhaps not the greatest, but to make sure that whatever stereotype was landed on him was that of respect.

I, myself, not bound by any sort of obligation, felt free to observe the students. While I knew the Dean was doing the best he could to do just that, holding up the air, and with his still recovering body... Well, I was surprised that he even accepted the job. The strength of youth. Hehe.

Kindness and careful observation by Miss Park who, to my delight, aided a strange old man, and kept herself respectful for whatever right.

Then, as already covered, the sass and strong personality of Miss Cunningham, whose question I could guess to some degree. Yes... she had the feel of a "strong" girl who liked to hide all her feelings. Not that it was my place to touch upon that anyways.

Latecomer... Uh... Right. Emily Delos Santos? Was that right---Yes. Yes it was. Mm, no word on her.

Leon Sudeki was a scary, intimidating sort of person, but you could see that the man had a big heart, if nothing else. What my other thoughts may be on this man, however, are not up to me to say.

I... have to admit, even with the light details that Mr. Adam went over with me, I was expecting that Mr. Ong would be more respectful. And the way that Mr. Adam responded struck me even more peculiarly, but that was none of my business.

And then, Mr. Troublemaker, er, Seran. Peh, fighting words. If he was my boy, I'd give him a g---

...

No. Maybe back then, but not these days. Damned forgetful old man. But even so, when this meeting was over, I'd give a good talking to the Dean. My position be damned, it had to be done.

Quiet observations from Mr. Blaze. Nothing said, just the watching game. Patient, quiet. I liked that.

Rather... it was the way in which how everyone held themselves. Here, at school, in front of an authoritative figure. Hah... I'd forgotten. I'd truly forgotten what it was like.

I myself? Well, I was more focused on the fact that 5/7ths of the people here were all standing, not including myself and Mr. Adam. Which irked me.

"Well, if all questions are abated,"

To no ends.

"I have a sp-"---"YOU KNOW, YOU'RE ALL MAKING THIS A LOT MORE TENSE THEN THIS HAS TO BE! ...Goodness, such serious kids." I ended, muttering quietly, tsking and smiling at them all without actually really raising my voice too much. Rather, instead, I hunched my way forward, seat dragged behind me a bit loudly as I could feel Mr. Adam's eyes eating away at me. I didn't---Well, no, I did, do care. But the man was already wearing himself thin, considering all he was trying to do. I'd let him yell at me later---He needed to loosen up a little. He would grow to be older then me!

Taking a seat next to Mr. Seran, with my arms folded across my chest, I sat there, leaning back, stretching my old back slightly in a twisting manner, as the Dean just continued to glare at me. I smiled apologetically, nodding.

"Quite done?"

"Sir."

"Alright."

I cast a glance at Mr. Seran, raising a brow and shrugging my shoulder, as Mr. Adam slowly held up his fist to his mouth to cough into, possibly the first bit of discomfort he'd physically shown all day.

The man pushed himself too hard, for his age.

"As I was saying," he'd say, lowering his arms to his sides lifelessly, as he'd continue looking around at all of us, to make sure we were all paying attention with that same, serious look in his eyes, "There is a secondary and potentially even more important reason for my being here. That is... to enlist the aid of those of you who are willing to help me recapture the escaped persons of the Correctional Facility."

...My stomach sank a bit.

"The aftermath of the Correctional Facility was a complete failure and disregard for human life on both branches of the German and Japanese Enforcer Corporations. And while not all experimenting activities have stopped, pressure has been increased by several governments to put an end to this activity, deeming it inhumane. Which is why I call for your help."

"...As I said before, Public High School #259 is a school in a constant warlike state. But it is because of the able-bodied men and women that it produces that our attention as two joint corporations working together, have turned our eyes to you, and why they initially began attempting to capture some of the students of this school---Of whom, three captured students of that time, are currently present."

I liked the special little note where he first referred to our employers as "our," but then when it came to their negativism... "they." I didn't know whether to criticize or applaud this man. Then my mind began to think of that wolf-like boy, and that other young girl who first made me rethink my course in life... Hehe.

"The escaped former 'Experiments' all fled in random directions... and some not so. I have heard reports of the recent turn of events, to which, I must apologize on behalf of my benefactors."

"This is why I wish to enlist your aid. You are young, you have your lives ahead of you... And a good majority of you have been subject or been subjected to many evils. You do not have to accept this, but I turn to you first, the veterans of the 'Incident', and to those that you would vouch for, to help me to recapture the escaped former 'Experiments'."

His hands had begun to cling to the bottom of his desk, but other then that, nothing else showed. Except for the strong grip he had on it. He'd hurt his hands at this rate. But this was his own moment, so I stayed my tongue.

...For redemption.

"There will be pay, there will be compensation. And yes, I am in full charge of the recapture of these men and women. Many of them have already died due to lack of continuous treatment, and some, I assure you, are in the process thereof. So long as you can help me in this endeavor, I assure you that I will do all that I can to help these survivors. Many deserve the financial backings of both corporations, some even for the rest of their life, due to the extent that... we... have gone. Therapy, rehabilitation, reconstructive surgery... Or at least a way to live their remaining days in peace."

I didn't like any of this talk. Of course the question of "Well, what gives you the right," or "Who do you think you are," or possibly some other things would pop up.

Many, many difficult questions. But the man's breathing, while almost non-existent for a moment, returned to normalcy.

"You do not have to accept, respond or anything. You may ask questions, volunteer friends to help, spread word of tongue---I will be on campus, doing my work as best as I can. If you wish, leave now."

...Perhaps I underestimated the amount of guilt this man felt. Such little subtleties, lots of repressed darkness, but in spite of how unnervingly, how naturally (or unnaturally) still he kept his body, the need to action, to repent was there.

I think. Had me convinced, but there could always be another trick to a trick. I'd like to think I could trust my gut... I stood up, heading back to the door to unlock it.

"...Any questions?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

"As I was saying," he'd say, lowering his arms to his sides lifelessly, as he'd continue looking around at all of us, to make sure we were all paying attention with that same, serious look in his eyes, "There is a secondary and potentially even more important reason for my being here. That is... to enlist the aid of those of you who are willing to help me recapture the escaped persons of the Correctional Facility."
...

"The aftermath of the Correctional Facility was a complete failure and disregard for human life on both branches of the German and Japanese Enforcer Corporations. And while not all experimenting activities have stopped, pressure has been increased by several governments to put an end to this activity, deeming it inhumane. Which is why I call for your help."

"...As I said before, Public High School #259 is a school in a constant warlike state. But it is because of the able-bodied men and women that it produces that our attention as two joint corporations working together, have turned our eyes to you, and why they initially began attempting to capture some of the students of this school---Of whom, three captured students of that time, are currently present."

This made Bastille narrow her eyes. Present...yes...but nothing, not even two years of tracking and killing gangsters, serial killers, and even...correctional facility personel who had managed to escape...not even that...could remove from her memory the horrible pain she had suffered there. However her face remained stoic and calm.

"The escaped former 'Experiments' all fled in random directions... and some not so. I have heard reports of the recent turn of events, to which, I must apologize on behalf of my benefactors."

"This is why I wish to enlist your aid. You are young, you have your lives ahead of you... And a good majority of you have been subject or been subjected to many evils. You do not have to accept this, but I turn to you first, the veterans of the 'Incident', and to those that you would vouch for, to help me to recapture the escaped former 'Experiments'."

.....

"There will be pay, there will be compensation. And yes, I am in full charge of the recapture of these men and women. Many of them have already died due to lack of continuous treatment, and some, I assure you, are in the process thereof. So long as you can help me in this endeavor, I assure you that I will do all that I can to help these survivors. Many deserve the financial backings of both corporations, some even for the rest of their life, due to the extent that... we... have gone. Therapy, rehabilitation, reconstructive surgery... Or at least a way to live their remaining days in peace."

.....

"You do not have to accept, respond or anything. You may ask questions, volunteer friends to help, spread word of tongue---I will be on campus, doing my work as best as I can. If you wish, leave now."
...

"...Any questions?"


To this day, Bastille could not think as to why they would want her...she had no special abilities and even now, two years later...her qi was so out of control she didnt even know what it did or why every time her emotions went out of check she broke things around her. Bastille wasnt dead inside...she had feelings...but she felt no pull to show them. What was the use? So her expression remained stoic again...almost nobly.

[glow=White,2,300]"...Any questions?"[/glow]

"Ku.ku.ku.ku..." she chuckled darkly.


A smirk crossed her lips. Yes...yes she wanted to see what people did. With out hesitation she raised her hand, her eyes narrowing as her grin widened wickedly across her face.

"Neh, Toyota-sir......prey tell, are we fighting just escapees...or are we fighting old employees as well?"

She would paused to calculate his reaction. She had to focus hard to see anything working beneath that cool composure. Just when people might think her question was truely over she would interupt.

"and...."

Her eyes narrowed, her smirk vanishing.

"is there a possibility of recapture?"

Bastille had become the observer...yet that did not mean that she would not commit herself to a cause just yet. However, she was not sure if this causes was something worthy of the pledge of her sword. Bastille felt as if her mind was slowly slipping into insanity...constantly.....could she handle another go with the correctional facility and its experiments? Yet deep inside her heart spoke...int eh name of truth and loyalty...the psalm of revenge was recited in her head by her own voice....a younger version of it at least.

The same voice belonged to the person who had retired to the sound of the bugle. Bastille chuckled to herself as the inner responded for the first time in almost three years....Yes....she would join the fight, and pledge her sword...however she would do it without help...this was a personal fight. She let her grin erase itself and her face became serious and focused again. In the back of her mind she focused in on gramps...she needed to ask him a few things.

[Mr. Kaar]

"Mmm."

Yep a sound. Seems he was beginning to understand the situation even more... But what of... Those captured and also expiramented on here. Where they to be captured again? Where they being turned into another expirament? Possibly... But Leon would watch from the side lines on this one.

"I'll have my son report to you Dean Adam. He will help. If you thought I was a terror..."

Leon left it at that as he smiled and would move to leave once the door was opened, he'd stay long enough to listen to further questions, but Leon already had figured out a way to convince Spike to do this.

[David B.]

David heard a small chuckle, and turned his gaze to the right, seeing a girl speak up about hunting down former faculty members. He frowned. Why did she look so familiar? Like she was someone lost and had returned? He stared at her for a few more moments before turning to the Dean. David stepped forward, finally breaking his silence.

"I have several questions and comments, though my first is obviously the most important."

He looked between the dean and the old man.

"You guys ask why we're making this tense- the Correctional facility wasn't a matter of little importance- people suffered there, and the group working and organizing the whole thing weren't stupid." He folded his arms. "What i want to know is this- how do we know that your not in on it, and that you dont want to use us to recapture these people so that those individuals you work for can simply have thier experiments back. After all-" He gave a small smile. "Why waste the time and manpower to do it yourselves when you can have the very students you plan to experiment on do it for you." He shrugged. "I don't mean it to offend, but it seems awfully coincidental that you would work for some major corporation and yet enlist the help of high schoolers."

He looked around at all the students, his gaze lingering on Bastille, though he didn't remember that being her name.

"Until its proven that you actually work for a ligitimate group, i'll always suspect you, and i'll never devote my time and trust to you fully, and everyone here should think the same instead of throwing blind alliegance at you." He shrugged again, waiting for a reply or response. Perhaps he was just too careful or perhaps he had been through to much, but David wasn't going to just give himself to this guy to be a tool.

He'd have to prove himself first.

[Mitsuki Park]

There were things she liked about the new Student Dean, and there were things that she didn't. However, she had just met him like everyone else, and she wasn't about to make a judgment solely on what she liked and didn't like from their first impressions with one another. She would get to know him better - possibly - during the one on one conversation she would get to have with him after this meeting. She wasn't sure if she would want to help him in his endeavor to catch the remaining Correctional Facility run-aways because he asked her to; if anything, she might try to help simply because they were a danger to the student body. She wasn't fond of the Enforcers; if anything, they did more damage than necessary. So if the Enforcers were behind the whole bit, and they were the ones that the recaptured people were being returned to, then what's stopping them from continuing on with their experiments in secret? Surely it could be done.

Mitsuki herself had no questions - at least, not ones that need to be heard by the others. It seemed that she was the only one in the room that wasn't actually a part of the incident, and so most of her questions would be already things that the other students knew. The remaining, however, would be focused onto the previous Student Dean. One of the other females in the room certainly had an interestingly eerie personality, and seemed rather concerned about the possibility of being recaptured themselves. Made her wonder just what, exactly, did these students go through while Mitsuki was gone...?

And David. She didn't agree with him, but she didn't disagree with him either. He brought up some interesting points, but she didn't think anyone in this room was stupid enough to blindly through an allegiance.

She waited patiently.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel sat back and shut up after the staement. Having his personnal records Gabriel was sure the dean knew his parents were dead and would of course have sought a way to break him down and for the moment it did. Gabriel could have lept up and strangled the man but Leon was there and that collar around his neck calmed his actions so he chose against it.

Rather he sat listening, the most interesting of which was the recapture. He would note how strong the characters who escaped the breach had come out but once again their mental status. Dot's was insane, Masaru was something of a bored character, and Bastill ewas probably always broken from what he could tell.

But then again the strength behind it was tempting. Gabriel sat still, no alligience for him, only participation for the short run. Whilest his long run cordination would be unchanged from his original intentions. He waited cooly for the next round of informationto be sprung upon them.

[seishounohana]

"The aftermath of the Correctional Facility was a complete failure and disregard for human life on both branches of the German and Japanese Enforcer Corporations. And while not all experimenting activities have stopped, pressure has been increased by several governments to put an end to this activity, deeming it inhumane. Which is why I call for your help."

"...As I said before, Public High School #259 is a school in a constant warlike state. But it is because of the able-bodied men and women that it produces that our attention as two joint corporations working together, have turned our eyes to you, and why they initially began attempting to capture some of the students of this school---Of whom, three captured students of that time, are currently present."

Emily's eye twitched. Her expression hardened to a more serious one. Ugh, mention of her being one of the captives ... not exactly a good thing. That place was filled with awful memories of pain and death, and Emily would much rather forget that place ever happened.

"The escaped former 'Experiments' all fled in random directions... and some not so. I have heard reports of the recent turn of events, to which, I must apologize on behalf of my benefactors."

"This is why I wish to enlist your aid. You are young, you have your lives ahead of you... And a good majority of you have been subject or been subjected to many evils. You do not have to accept this, but I turn to you first, the veterans of the 'Incident', and to those that you would vouch for, to help me to recapture the escaped former 'Experiments'."

"There will be pay, there will be compensation. And yes, I am in full charge of the recapture of these men and women. Many of them have already died due to lack of continuous treatment, and some, I assure you, are in the process thereof. So long as you can help me in this endeavor, I assure you that I will do all that I can to help these survivors. Many deserve the financial backings of both corporations, some even for the rest of their life, due to the extent that... we... have gone. Therapy, rehabilitation, reconstructive surgery... Or at least a way to live their remaining days in peace."

Yeah, right.

"You do not have to accept, respond or anything. You may ask questions, volunteer friends to help, spread word of tongue---I will be on campus, doing my work as best as I can. If you wish, leave now."

"...Any questions?"

"I have several questions and comments, though my first is obviously the most important." David began, "You guys ask why we're making this tense- the Correctional facility wasn't a matter of little importance- people suffered there, and the group working and organizing the whole thing weren't stupid. What i want to know is this- how do we know that your not in on it, and that you dont want to use us to recapture these people so that those individuals you work for can simply have thier experiments back. After all Why waste the time and manpower to do it yourselves when you can have the very students you plan to experiment on do it for you."

...

Emily stayed quiet, her mind still flooded with memories from that horrible place.

And that big-muscled man who had to die just because she was a selfish brat...

...

"I don't mean it to offend, but it seems awfully coincidental that you would work for some major corporation and yet enlist the help of high schoolers. Until its proven that you actually work for a ligitimate group, i'll always suspect you, and i'll never devote my time and trust to you fully, and everyone here should think the same instead of throwing blind alliegance at you."

Unfortunately, it seems David misunderstands the need for students like them to do this. Normal people could not match up to even just one of these experiements. Emily had to fight a lot of them, and yes; they were strong. They had all sorts of drugs and Qi that were impossible to control - Emily wasn't even sure if she had even unlocked her own potentials inside that place.

All she knew was, that place tested her will of heart.

"What can we do that your people can't?" She said. Her face was stoic and plastered into a happy face - just like Layla's trademark expressions. It was hard to see what Emily really felt at this time. "If these experiments are the same experiments some of us have faced inside the facility then it's probably gonna take more than just the few of us, or actually, just a bunch of students. As you said, only three of us students here are said survivors of the facility - I can't help but think that only three of us may have a chance against them on our own."

...

"... I hope I'm not misunderstanding the entire thing, ...sir."

[John]

John sat back against the wall, seemed this guy knew the way things where ran, and if so, this guy was strong. Still even today John considered himself a member of the S.H.C.P and since Asiv was back. Well, he'd leave it at that. John was back in the old days and there was a Dean to control the S.H.C.P now, so Ong would remain quiet through the rest of it. The questions where thrown around, Ong simply played which finger first and focused on lighting them on fire.

John was one of the people who was infiltrating the inside. Pretending to be on a field trip. Though once the attack started Ong was one of the first to attack. Only problem being the scientists that worked there where just as crazy powerful if not more so than the freaks they expiramented on. He remembered the scientist lady man she was vicious, the wierd tranq shooting nazi guy with white hair....

He'd stop lighting his hand on fire to reach up and touch his once white hair... It was some sort of odd trend the expiraments would cause the hair to turn white as a side effect, the drugs they sold on campus would do the same.... Sadly enough John was still addicted to them. Esspecially Red. Man was he addicted to Red. Not a day went by he didn't place that canister to his neck and suck in the hot flowing red liquid.

At this point the Dean had earned Johns respect, so John would blindly throw loyalty towards him reguardless of the outcome.

[The New Student Dean]

Human Nature

Out of all of them, however, only 3/7ths of them remained quiet this time around. His tactics appeared to work with Mr. Seran, if only temporarily, but the Dean already understood from the way in how things tended to bite people in the ass. And such emboldened acts would certainly lead to some other potential traits, meaning that Mr. Seran, out of all of them, was one to watch out for. After all, for someone to be able to turn off their rage with a sudden calculation... Well. As for the other...

Mitsuki Park. Even after he let everyone ask their questions, he even saw his aged assistant take a glance at her. Each and everyone of these individuals were different, but... Some stood out in their own ways.

...Such as John Ong...

Much like Mr. Seran, Mr. Ong went strangely quiet. Unlike him, however... well, the Dean would have to meet this boy on his own.---No. There was something else he was forgetting.---

"Ku.ku.ku.ku..."

The Dean's eyes lit up to the ever peculiar Miss Cunningham. Though, from the way that his more elderly compatriot looked at her, you would've thought she was a dear daughter. But then, he hadn't had a chance to test the old man's accuracy to perceive just yet. Grimacing in that light, he jumped slightly backwards to sit himself over the edge of his desk, nodding at her raised hand slightly to speak.

"Neh, Toyota-sir......prey tell, are we fighting just escapees...or are we fighting old employees as well?"

...

No reaction. Just a simple, straight-forward stare... Not even a stiffening. No, this fellow. The only thing that may have given anything away was that he permitted them all to see how high he raised his left brow. "..F-"-

-"and...."

And then all pretense of coy slyness fell from her face. The hairs at the base of the back of his neck bristled, ever so slightly. Some fight-flight adrenaline silently rushing at the change of atmosphere she was giving him.

"is there a possibility of recapture?"

He watched her for a few more moments, watching her reactions, though it may have drawn even more attention to her. Or to himself.

"Yes and yes."

No point in beating around the bush. Though a bit vague.

...But his eyes also swiveled ever so slightly to Grandpa Lauro... who had become strangely grim at the start of this round of questions.

"...And yes."

Staring the old man down slightly, though the emotion was a touch hard to read.

"Mmm."

Mr. Sudeki, instantly breaking the Dean's train of thought, making his head snap to attention to the documented "Lightning Dragon." His eyes watching warily, though the rest of his body made no such movement.

"I'll have my son report to you Dean Adam. He will help. If you thought I was a terror..."

"Very well. You have my thanks," was the quiet, nodded reply. A son...

...Now the prospects of that was just plain frightening. Nodding to his assistant, who came about and sprang at a simple raise of a finger, Lauro hurried over to open the door for Mister Leon... just in time for Mr. Adam look at the third fellow to step forward. Mr. Blaze had finally decided to speak.

"I have several questions and comments, though my first is obviously the most important."

Lauro, who had just stepped back to sit in his former spot, looked up just in time to see Mr. Blaze exchange a look between himself and the Dean and the boy. The Dean's brow raised itself once more.

"You guys ask why we're making this tense- the Correctional facility wasn't a matter of little importance- people suffered there, and the group working and organizing the whole thing weren't stupid."

*Thud* *Thud*

Lauro stomped his foot lightly on the floor, to catch the man's attention, once again taking the power away from the Dean. While Mr. Adam was irked, the old man took his time to coolly and calmly state with his hands on his knees, "Actually, my boy, I was referring as to why all you youngin's insist on standing about so much like blame fools. Makes an old man like me just tired looking at it---"---"Please, stay quiet and let me answer this."

...Looking slightly miffed, the old man abruptly shut up, looking elsewhere. Crossing his arms over his chest, he looked to the side, towards the light coming in through the closed blinds of the window...

"What i want to know is this- how do we know that your not in on it, and that you dont want to use us to recapture these people so that those individuals you work for can simply have thier experiments back. After all-Why waste the time and manpower to do it yourselves when you can have the very students you plan to experiment on do it for you. I don't mean it to offend, but it seems awfully coincidental that you would work for some major corporation and yet enlist the help of high schoolers. Until its proven that you actually work for a ligitimate group, i'll always suspect you, and i'll never devote my time and trust to you fully, and everyone here should think the same instead of throwing blind alliegance at you."

...

The Dean showed no signs of irritation.

Showed no signs becoming impatient.

Had not even a drop of sweat from the top of his brow.

...And yet...

"Mr. Blaze," he began coolly, "if what you are saying is true, then the next logical conclusion would be that if I were to show you documentation, how would you not know that it is in fact a very good forgery?" Mr. Adam replied lightly hopping from his desk as he began to walk around to the back of his desk... The old man eying where Mr. Blaze's eyes had gone for the last part of that speech, then looking at Mr. Blaze a bit more strangely.

"I---"---"The Dean's behind the desk, not in that young girl's face... or wherever you're looking, boy," the old man suddenly interrupting, interpreting the mannerisms that Mr. Blaze was showing in a negative light. The Dean shot Lauro a glance, but shook his head instead of chastising him for it. They were both under fire right now, anyways. Beginning to pull out the legal documentations of approval---

"What can we do that your people can't?" said the even more unnervingly happy-smiley girl whose face didn't fit the mood of the feeling at all.

"If these experiments are the same experiments some of us have faced inside the facility then it's probably gonna take more than just the few of us, or actually, just a bunch of students. As you said, only three of us students here are said survivors of the facility - I can't help but think that only three of us may have a chance against them on our own."

"... I hope I'm not misunderstanding the entire thing, ...sir."

...

The Dean looked at them all for a moment, letting his eyes glaze over all of them. Reading interactions, reactions, body language (or attempting to). Then, he walked around his desk again, with a thickly-stacked, overly-full manila folder in his hands with some thread wrapped about it. His eyes seemingly forgot everyone surrounding him as they went about to the thread, his fingers suddenly dancing about them, undoing them smartly. There was no hesitation, no lag... And no other movement from the rest of his body.

Legal documentation of approval by the the School District. Approval by Mr. Asiv. Approval of the Mayor. Many letters of apology, many files of lawsuit. He flipped through them all, before gently pivoting about to gingerly lay the full folder behind him, three inches from the edge of his desk. His eyelids were lowered in a slight sign of impatience.

"Again. Those of you who do not believe me: You are not obligated to stay here, you are not obligated to believe me. I have no need for children with the faint of heart. Which brings me to your question, Miss Santos," the Dean's pace of talking quickening slightly as he looked at Emily straight in the eye with a quick movement of his heel to face her with his whole body, utilizing very little actual movement.

"'My people', as you like to call them, are even less likely to deal with this situation themselves. I had to call in every single favor within both corporations to get even this far. What you possess that 'my people' do not, primarily, is a hardened lifestyle of the High School Corporal Punishment system of extreme levels, Qi, and the desire to actually do it."

"In effect, I am one of many who helped start a miniature civil-war between both companies. A good number of the leaders would be willing to leave the runaway experiments alone. There is already a proper cover-up story for possible "experiments." People with Qis. Like at your school, Public High School #259."

Unnecessary attention. Unnecessary attention that Public High School #259 needed to continue avoiding, given his already shaky past. His eyes narrowed, as he considered Emily for a moment longer.

"And you may not recall this, but while entirely successful, a handful of teenagers managed to break into a facility full of well trained employees... soldiers... mercs... scientists. I think you may underestimate your peers." He looked away, towards the light seeping in through the blinds.

"Also... some of the Experiments may be friendlier to students as opposed to trained soldiers of a harsher type. I assure you, some, even as we speak, have died, or are in the process of dying. And its not like you'll be doing this alone," he ended, slowly looking at the old man, who only raised a brow, but showed no other movement. However, the Dean himself was smiling one of his rare smiles.

But that dropped the moment he looked at Mr. Blaze.

"There are many, numerous reasons. Financial. Integrity. Legal matters. Your school's continued survival. The lives of the citizens of Long Beach. The lives of the experiments themselves..." slowly walking closer and closer to Mr. Blaze, showing a complete lack of fear, a complete confidence in what he was saying, 'til he was only two feet away. And still, his arms were uselessly dangling at his sides. His eyes looked Mr. Blaze calmly in the eyes. Coolness in his eyes, as he softly adjusted his gloves on his hands, without even looking at them.

"Whether I decided to do something or not, a chain of events has begun. You can choose to not believe me, not believe my legal right to be here. You can choose to be suspicious of me, which is wise. You can choose to suspect me, which is also wise. You can choose to hurt me, throw me out with brute force and see what happens and then blame me by saying it was a set up for whatever may happen afterward. Things will happen, in spite of what I do," he said softly, beginning to back away, but the sudden intensity in his eyes never fading.

"Unlike these poor souls, I chose to take a step to this. And unlike those dying, unhoused, and to some, violent people out there... You have a choice as well, Mr. Blaze. With conviction."

"I have no need to risk the young of those who lack conviction or who lack the skill to carry out these missions of retrieval/recapture."

Turning away slowly, he moved about and around his desk, his face quite serene and calm, as he gently left everything as it was, continuing on with his work. The old man looked about from side to side before heading to the door.

"You may leave now and head back to your classes. If you have further questions, please put down your name and school number on a piece of paper. There will be a folder hanging outside of my office shortly. I will happily talk with any of you one on one for however long as you desire."

*Creaaak*

Lauro was standing by the opened door with hall passes in hand, all with their names written down.

"Mitsuki Park, you may choose to stay here and ask your questions now or come back after your class is over," he said without batting an eye up to any of them. Perhaps slightly peeved at the way things were going, as he typed away at his computer... looking at a few odd things here and there... More documents, more profiles.

Satellite-provided maps.

"...And Miss Cunningham... if you believe my compatriot can answer your questions, he will be free for the rest of the day---if he wishes---after he gets me a cup of coffee."

[seishounohana]

Emily had never really been notably important for anything, really.

The Correctional facility had only brought her in because she was there with the Earth Dragon at that time - she wasn't a target to begin with, or at least that was what was the only thing that Emily could think of rationalize why these sort of things happen to her.

That place tested her morals, her own sense of pride and self-respect ... it wasn't really unusual for her to doubt her capabilities, her own fellow captives, or her fellow students at their own capabilities.

Doubt had always held this girl back.

And even as this man spoke, Emily had her own reservations. Although, being captive in the facility for the longest amongst all of the captives, save for one, she probably could understand that sort of thing that this guy had been describing to them. The pain and torture of having been provided some sort of worth and power, and then it tumbles down leaving you somewhat unsure if you're happy being free or if you wanted to continue being in captivity.

"Whether I decided to do something or not, a chain of events has begun. You can choose to not believe me, not believe my legal right to be here. You can choose to be suspicious of me, which is wise. You can choose to suspect me, which is also wise. You can choose to hurt me, throw me out with brute force and see what happens and then blame me by saying it was a set up for whatever may happen afterward. Things will happen, in spite of what I do,"

It was at this point when Emily realized just how trusting she is. Well, this man speaks some truth with his words. It was hard for Emily to discern if she could trust this man or otherwise, considering that despite having some sort of hope regarding the nature of humanity, it was utterly difficult to forget the things in her life that made her doubt her own kind.

"Unlike these poor souls, I chose to take a step to this. And unlike those dying, unhoused, and to some, violent people out there... You have a choice as well, Mr. Blaze. With conviction."

"I have no need to risk the young of those who lack conviction or who lack the skill to carry out these missions of retrieval/recapture."

"You may leave now and head back to your classes. If you have further questions, please put down your name and school number on a piece of paper. There will be a folder hanging outside of my office shortly. I will happily talk with any of you one on one for however long as you desire."

*Creaaak*

Emily's attention was diverted to the opened door, looking outside. Somehow, Emily's memories continued to flutter in her mind; anxiety hidden by a smiling mask yet to be unlocked, still.

Or at least, it had been partially unlocked.

Emily took a glance at David and Mitsuki before looking back at the Dean. There was really no reason for her now to not help this cause; if she saw anything suspicious, Emily figured she would do something about it, but for now - might as well.

Emily reached for her hall pass, looked at it for a moment before looking back at the Dean. "I guess I will help then." She said, still staring at the piece of paper.

Yeah, she wasn't in the right state of mind, especially with remembering everything that had happened to her those grave months inside.

She had no further questions, so she promptly left the room after a small bow towards Lauro and the Dean.

Still, with everything said...

Maybe it was time for her to change?

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel sat back letting the collar do it's job, keeping him calm he knew for long he wouldn't be able to rely on it all the time. He'd have to control it on his own accord. The near silent ticking of his nails against the metal brought his attention to the Dean. His words seemed laced with that of a politician almost like he had duel objectives on hand. While he could say it was for the better of our city and school, it was also laced with threats that the experiments would grow out of control and threaten us. A keen deception but what choice was there he was all too right on the current situation.

As the speeches came to a close he could already pick out who would be the weak links and strong allies. Much like it had always been the school wouldn't unite without "Unfettered" at the reigns. A small chuckle escaped his throat as his eyes leveled to the floor. A true shame Gabriel wanted that to be his job, however this mistrust was killing his reputation.

At the end of it all he stood up, this time prepared to deal with the matter, there would inevitably be surprises but once more nothing he could not handle alone... or better yet with the aid of The Black Knights. Escaping the room he dropped his contact info in the envelope, he was in till the end. Undoubtably.

[John]

More and more was Spoken of. John watched the girl talk to the dean with little regaurd to anything, it was like a private meeting between her and him. A possibility of recapture? Of course that comes without question. John already knew when dealing with these people there was always some sort of hidden agenda to pick apart, but sadly.... John was someone with alot of pride and regaurdless of the possibility of capture he'd still work for the man.

But.

"Mr. Adam... I will work for you, sir."

John got up from against the wall and walked over.

"But."

His eyes changed from that shinning gold to a burning translucent red, glowing with a hellish fury, his right arm erupting in flames, as he would have clenched teeth.

"If you prove to be against Asiv in any way shape or form, I'll personally end you."

And with that his eyes would turn back to normal the arm would go quiet as the flames instently stopped.

"Until then I'll be your soldier."

[The New Student Dean]

To A Close---...?

"I guess I will help then."

...And at that point many, if not all of the students began leaving. A few, however, stayed behind... one of whom was---

"Mr. Adam... I will work for you, sir."

The Dean allowed himself to raise his brows in surprise as he stayed in his position. Quite the outspoken confirmation. But of course, Mr. Ong was walking over. Menacingly...?

"But."---To which, at this point, the Dean's eyes showed nothing, his brows going back down, even as Mr. Ong displayed what could only be described as... Yes.

Excess, powering-up Qi that was seeping through Mr. Ong's body, as a sign of getting ready to fight---Or in this case, intimidate. Overall, something akin to the Devil himself. However, the Dean showed no sign of anything from his eyes. What good would it do if he was easily cowed by the students he was supposed to gain respect over? Logic ruled here. Besides...

"If you prove to be against Asiv in any way shape or form, I'll personally end you."

...Some of the monsters that they would soon be facing would be far, far worse. Or so the Dean would think in his mind. After all... he didn't know John Ong. Not personally. But it was surprising for even the Dean to see that there would actually be someone loyal to the school supervisor. From what he understood, in most high schools flled with these Qi-capable students and corporal punishment ruled, there was typically high amounts of animosity between faculty and the students.

Though he wouldn't show it, this was a pleasant contradiction. He'd really have to meet with Mr. Asiv sometime soon...

"Until then I'll be your soldier."

---The Dean blinked. Remembering.

"...It is... appreciated, Mr. Ong," a strange smile growing on his face... as he went about to reach into his desk. Blowing out for a moment, due to the unnatural dense weight for what could be perceived as a light thing, the Dean suddenly pulled out a...

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

---"I don't know why, Mr. Ong. However, from what I understand, you were there during what I've read to be the "Gods' Incident," correct?"

"Due to legality matters, this actually belongs to you---And I've no idea who found this, due to the vagueness in the letter when it was presented to me, yesterday," the Dean said, heading to sit in an abrupt manner in his chair, looking up at the ceiling.

"...Someone likes you out there, Mr. Ong. That's all I know."

And it was only ironically fitting. After all, it was the commander's job to arm his troops, correct?

---

Happy Belated Birthday, John. ^_^

Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer (+5 Strength, +5 Intelligence, +10 Strength Everytime When User Is In Quest Thread, -10% Cost From All Item Shops, +Special Move List [See Below For Move List])
[Uses 48x Studs, 10x Sheet Metal, 1x Unknown Substance]
Details: One more artifact, recovered from the age-old Quest of combat versus the supposed "Gods," upon inspection/investigation of the Enforcers, this item was found amongst some of the rubble. Due to relations of Dionysus and now destroyed notes & messages, the rightful owner is apparently... John Ong?



*Set Potential.
*Miscellanious Item Slot Item.
*Cannot Upgrade.
*Weighs 10.48 lbs.
*The Unknown Substance Naturally Dulls The Sharp End Of The Hammer's Head Unless In A Time Of Need (Quest Thread).

• Erupting Schism: [+5 Strength, +5 Dexterity, +Fire Splash Damage Per Use. Does Not Stack. -4 Charisma Per Use. Requires Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer] When Swinging Either Side Of The Hammer's Head In A Downward Manner, With Intent To Hit The Ground, The User Can Activate This Special Move. It is up to them if they wish to shout it out or not, but if they choose to shout it out, their whole body will briefly erupt with flames, though it does nothing except look cool. .
  
• Strike Of Vulcan: [-10 Strength, +25% Dexterity, +5 Dexterity. Does Not Stack. -8
  Charisma Per Use. Requires Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer] From any angle, the hammer can suddenly be used to strike with frightening speed wherever the user desires.
  
• Hephaestus' Warmth: [+3 Charisma |Capped To Max| Per Post] The user of this item has the innate ability to regenerate his power from his own ability. So long as he can breathe, draw the oxygen to fuel the fire in his spirit, the fire in his veins, in his item, cannot be ceased. The temperature of the battlefield is raised up 10 degrees naturally.


[b]Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer[/b] (+5 Strength, +5 Intelligence, +10 Strength Everytime When User Is In Quest Thread, -10% Cost From All Item Shops, [b][i]+Special Move List[/i][/b] [See Below For Move List])
[Uses 48x Studs, 10x Sheet Metal, 1x Unknown Substance]
[i][u]Details:[/u] One more artifact, recovered from the age-old Quest of combat versus the supposed "Gods," upon inspection/investigation of the Enforcers, this item was found amongst some of the rubble. Due to relations of Dionysus and now destroyed notes & messages, the rightful owner is apparently... John Ong?

[IMG]http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d33/Michael423/warhammer.jpg[/IMG]

[b]*Set Potential.
*Miscellanious Item Slot Item.
*Cannot Upgrade.
*Weighs 10.48 lbs.
*The Unknown Substance Naturally Dulls The Sharp End Of The Hammer's Head Unless In A Time Of Need (Quest Thread).
[ul][li]Erupting Schism: [+5 Strength, +5 Dexterity, +Fire Splash Damage Per Use. Does Not Stack. -4 Charisma Per Use. Requires [u]Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer[/u]] When Swinging Either Side Of The Hammer's Head In A Downward Manner, With Intent To Hit The Ground, The User Can Activate This Special Move. It is up to them if they wish to shout it out or not, but if they choose to shout it out, their whole body will briefly erupt with flames, though it does nothing except look cool. .
[/li][li]Strike Of Vulcan: [-10 Strength, +25% Dexterity, +5 Dexterity. Does Not Stack. -8
Charisma Per Use. [u]Requires Hephaestus Assistants' Hammer[/u]] From any angle, the hammer can suddenly be used to strike with frightening speed wherever the user desires.
[/li][li]Hephaestus' Warmth: [+3 Charisma |Capped To Max| Per Post] The user of this item has the innate ability to regenerate his power from his own ability. So long as he can breathe, draw the oxygen to fuel the fire in his spirit, the fire in his veins, in his item, cannot be ceased. The temperature of the battlefield is raised up 10 degrees naturally.[/li][/ul][/b][/i]

[David B.]

David smiled.

After everything, during everything, he said nothing. The man didn't know David, and so David didn't feel any slight at the mans ignorance. He waited until everyone left, except mitsuki, and then stood over the desk, his knuckles pressing to it as though in a threatening manner, but he wasn't at all.

"I'll help you Dean. But let me make something perfectly clear." He leaned forward a little, his eyes shining with promise. "If you are purposely sending kids to do things that you know very well can't be done, and they end up injured, or dying because of it. I will find you. And let me assure you- out of every child you had in this room, i am both the strongest, and the worst to have as your enemy. Take it as egotistical, proud, hypocritical. I couldn't give a fuck. Just know this- holding the leash to the collar your putting on these kids may make you realize you hold nothing but a lightning bolt."

He leaned back, placing his hands in his pocket on looking over at Mitsuki. He leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"Stay alert- remember, not everything is as it seems."

And with that, he would begin walking towards the door, thoughts picking apart every word of the new Student Dean.

[The New Student Dean]

FINGER! GET!

...And while Mr. Blaze would finish his final spat and walk out to the door, with Mr. Blaze's back turned at him, the Dean would silently shove his fist in a silent manner, with his middle finger as far up as a moonanite from Aqua Team Hunger Force.

"Up yours too, Mr. Blaze," he'd mutter inaudibly to himself.