Steal Their Society.

[Grayon Brand]

Grayon opened his briefcase, removed his specified notebook, and wrote down what the teacher had put on the board.

Did he care about the teacher's outburst or what he thought? No. Not at all. He was hear to learn about the human mind, not what would happen if the mentally unstable teacher lost his cool. However... Grayon did wonder one thing...

That girl. The one that seemed to unnerve the teacher, yet repected him... who was she? What link did she have to the teacher? But did it really matter right now... not really.

Grayon continued to listen as the techer talked on, and then something hit his ears... probably the same thing the young lady had gotten up for earlier...

Whirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..........

Had this boy not gotten the drift earlier? Grayon decided to take this into his own hands. He rose slowly, went over to the young boy with the skateboard, and would try to quickly snatch it from him. He then would then calmly walk over to the teacher's desk, and placed it deck side up on the teacher's desk. A short talk would be heard coming from his lips.

"That young lady was not the only one you were annoying with that sound. And I believe she asked you to stop. If you want that board back, I guess you'll have to ask the teacher. Now just listen. Or don't... it's your grade."

Grayon then would walk back over to his desk and sat back down, glad to hear the silence that accompanied his action.

"Sorry for disrupting class. Please, Teacher, continue," Would be the last thing he'd say.

[Atticus Wagner]

((OOC: Sorry for posting again so soon, but I have to make sure nobody assumes I'd let Grayson take my board without protest. If he had even payed a drop of attention to my character, he'd know that he wouldn't be able to take my board so easily as he had in his post. He probably didn't expect me to keep quiet either.))

Student number two was coming up for his chance to be the one in the spotlight. The hero trying to save the class from a mere sound. In other words, he was the first to show his impatience. And by what? By trying to take the skateboard of all things. Atticus' skateboard was not something that was to be taken by others. But by taking the board, the guy had sealed his fate as an enemy to Atticus, and had to pay for his transgression.

Quickly, with the idiot student believing he had been doing the right thing, Atticus took a quick floating step at the offender. The only sound was the rustling of his clothing as his hand shot out, the knuckles aiming to pierce into one of the many weak spots on the human body; the kidney. With the way Atticus hit, the middle finger's knuckle would dig right into the flesh, maximizing the pain.

And while the pain was rushing through Grayson, Atticus' other hand would wrap around his enemies jaw from behind. Placing a leg behind the calves, Atticus would then whip his body around, taking the jaw along with it. All of that with the objective of throwing Grayson to the ground, and making the back of his head be the collision point.

Assuming all went well, Atticus could grab his board back from Grayson's clutches, and he could get back to his seat. Of course, he be fully aware of his surroundings. If he would pull an attack from behind, he wouldn't be stupid enough to be caught by a similar attempt. Unlike what the class thought of him, he was no fool.

[Grayon Brand]

((OOC: I actually did expect you to try to stop me. I just wanted to put in a bit for after, just in case I did do all that. I editted it to read that way.))

As Grayon let the board drop onto the teacher's desk, he noticed the boy throwing forward a fist. He had expected the man to not give in so quietly, even though he had expected him to not make so much ruckus in a classroom.

As the first blow came, Grayon merely extended his hand and redirected the first blow that was aimed for his side. It grazed his abs, but Grayon barely felt it. He would grab the hand with a vise-like grip as the second arm came around and wrapped around his throat. The boy was quick, he'd give him that. Grayon quickly brought his free arm (right) around to grab the boy's captured arm, and sent his left elbow towards the boy's gut.

Regardless of whether or not it hit, Grayon would let the boy go, trying to stop the fight before the teacher got involved and kick both of their asses. He would stand in a non-threatening stance, but ready to defend himself.

[Fau$t]

He turns his back for just a couple of minutes, just a couple of minutes and all hell breaks loose. Turning around so that he could get a better view of the culprits. Sighing, he watched the juvenile fight wage back in forth between that ignorant shit that thought he was in control before and some random student that had decided to call the mess-up on his idiocy. Faust, ready for any situation, much stronger than everyone in this classroom mentally and physically, it wouldn't be a problem if anyone decided to lash out in the process of it all. Clenching his fists together, he could snap his neck to the side, loosening all ends so that it would make for an interesting comeback on his part. Faust would not tolerate this kind of behavior in his classroom and this ignorant shit only gave him more of a reason to "correct" what had went wrong between the two children. He would focus mainly on that child, Atticus, in front of him. And without warning, he could feel a sudden zap within his fingertips and the smell of smoke dispersing in the air. His aura, his field of Qi was massive and the energy he was able to access was absolutely phenomenal. Anyone who dare raise his hand toward him was a dead fool. This fool, this Atticus, would fall for dare raising his hand in opposition to all that were in his class. Thinking about the situation, Faust wasn't doing this to protect the other student... It was merely because he wanted to taint this boy's image. These children were nothing in comparison to his immense figure, his superior fighting skills were unmatched and could only be challenged by that of Hiroko Katashi. Where Mister Katashi would be amused by this sort of behavior, Faust would not and he would execute all methods available to solve the problem and leave it at that.

Not speaking a word, Faust kept his gaze upon that of Atticus, his immense, seven-foot-three figure towering over everyone in the classroom. Maybe Faust could take this out of hand as well. Land this child a definite room in the hospital just because he decided to act out in the wrong classroom. Faust's muscles would loosen and expand as he took another step forward, the surge of Qi running through his body. It gave off the physical property of what could be considered lightning, electricity generated merely by the energy that flowed through his system. The sharp and erratic bursts of blue and gold whipped around his body softly, harming not even his own flesh as it swirled around in it's own field. Thanks to his beautiful display of control the sudden surges of energy would barely even singe his flesh. Turning so that his towering yet lean figure was toward Atticus, he merely glared into the eyes of his next victim.

Chalk one more on to his body count, Faust was going to go all out just to make sure this kid understood the true meaning of what pain meant to most. His vocals were cold and deadly, slipping through his treacherous lips only as a commanding whisper.

"You. Your ignorance has gone far enough. I do apologize for any damage done beforehand. Your pretty little face won't look the same after I'm through."

His fists would be clenched and arms thrown at his sides, leaving it out to make it look like he had no defense plan whatsoever. Which, in a sense, was true. Faust had more than enough experience to take this child down without having to wait for the first move. One real substantial hit would bring the little fuck down, dropping his constitution as if it were nothing. Pun intended. His Qi level would steadily increase as he made his trek towards the student, the sudden erratic surges of electricity becoming much more violent around his towering body. This boy would regret today and what he forced upon himself.

[anjafurey]

Anja would only quirk her brow as the two others began to quarrel. Atticus, to her, was merely a bug that could get particularly irritating. One that, if that would persist in attempting to provoke her, would suffer consequences that would land him in an asylum, much like she did to her brother, Faust. Or at least, she was part of the cause why her brother was in an asylum for two years. As she sat still in her seat, seemingly not paying attention to what went on, it was then that she began to chuckle. Her chuckle was soft, sultry, and, despite her dangerous edge, very seductive. That is, of course, you loved all things mysterious and dangerously beautiful. Despite the sound of Faust, the commotion of the class room and any other noise, her laughter could be very clearly heard.

She looked back to Grayon out of the corner of her eye while the left corner of her lip curled up into a small smirk. There was something about him that amused her, much like a small toy train would amuse a child on Christmas. Although, her amusement was a more dark, twisted amusement when compared. There was something about innocence that always had made Anja smile. And, sometimes, she was even tempted to take that innocence away. But for Grayon, he would be lucky by a normal person's standard, for she couldn't be bothered with being the sadomasochist that Anja was. Her brother on the other hand...she couldn't wait until the opportunity came to do a repeat like many times before in the past. She couldn't wait to feel his touch, his lips, to breath in his scent...

Her attention then turned to her brother and Atticus. If Atticus even dared to fight back, and he could, but Anja was quite the little infiltrator. She would get him back if he dared to attack her brother. He was a teenager boy, and all teenager boys had a certain drive that was easily manipulated. And once somebody was in Anja's clutches, there was no turning back.

She had provoked Faust many times, though he had never been able to do anything in return. She had in the past paralyzed him with fear among with many other emotions that would never be fully forgotten nor quelled. Her right hand would move up from its position, taking a strand of hair as she twirled the soft material in an idle manner though keeping constant attention on what was occuring.

((Short, but my mood contradicts that of Anja's right now, so deal. =P ))

[Atticus Wagner]

((OOC 1: Grayson, don't worry about the PM I sent you. I can deal with the situation as is in a favorable manner anyway...))

Atticus didn't think he was so slow as to not get the attack in before Grayson reached the teacher's desk. Or let alone let the guy turn around. Either way, he was going to be getting quicker as time went by. Either way, he'd be getting his board back. Either way, Grayson was going to be feeling some pain, maybe even the boards wheel in his eye. but that was downright sounding like sadistic action right there. There was a line between corporal punishment and mutilation, after all.

When Atticus' hand was grasped, he didn't care. That opened up for counter moves that would leave the studnet far less able to defend himself. Only miracles would be able to save him. Or a contract with the Devil, so to speak. Because as Atticus felt an elbow ram into the arm he had quickly moved to intercept it with, he noticed the sight of the teacher, beginning to blaze with energy. The bastard was using his internal energy to fuel an electric field. Intimidating, but not at all paralyzing. As Grayson let go, Atticus took a spin step, hopping onto the teacher's desk and swiping his board in a single fluid move. Papers on the desk were tossed aside and off the desk, drifting clumsily to the floor as Atticus's feet dragged over the surface.

Unlike what Faust intended, the intimidation effect was having a backwards effect. Atticus was getting a sadistic smile on his face, a cocky grin that shouldn't have been there. This was the main event, the point that would solidify him as alone in this school. And in fact, his first case against the faculty. Glorious was the only word for it. The sparks were like fireworks, in Atticus' eyes, the spark of life coming into his eyes as he began twitching with excitement. It was like the very electricity was fueling Atticus with erratic energy.

"This is it!" Atticus tossed his board aside, as if careless, making it land on his back pack and softly land on the floor next to it. With the deck landing down, he could hear the gentle "whirr" of all four wheels, spun by the momentum of the throw being suddenly stopped by the bag. "Are you ready?" Atticus' arrogant chuckle was soft but heard throughout the room. "Heaven or Hell..."

Atticus leapt forward onto one of the students desks, tearing their notes when his foot landed on the sheet of paper. Sure, the electricity was a killer shield and offensive weapon, but it could be circumvented with ingenuity. Like an electric fence, Faust needed a ground to complete the circuit, and make his electricty usable. By stading on the urethane desks, Atticus was putting an insulator under his feet. And if he wasn't touching the ground, the electriciy couldn't complete the circuit. In other words, no shock.

((OOC 2: Yes, this works.))

"Let's rock!"

[Fau$t]

His speed would pick up greatly as he made his way toward the very cocky student, who had decided to embrace the situation was open arms. That wasn't really the reaction he was looking for, but twice the courage, double the fall, as they say. And his range of energy was expanding with every step he took, feeling the electric current bounce around his figure. A beautiful dance of blue and gold swirled around in the body of perfection. And with the sudden increase in speed, dance of energy began to grow much more violent and cruel along his body. The beams becoming erratic, a sense of strength between what had been his once non-existent Qi. The boy had already thought of a way to counter the current. His insulator, the desk. It was no matter. By all means, Faust was faster, stronger, tougher. Everything this boy obviously lacked, Faust made up with ten fold. Taking advantage of the current situation with speed being one of his finer points, his body would turn when he hit the desk the student was stationed at. His speed was unfathomable, even Hiroko had a hard time keeping up with him half the time. With Atticus' body towards him, Faust would strike, ending this before it could heat up into anything substantial. His fist, still balled, would launch forward and make impact with the student's spinal cord, the thunderous hit would allow for a shocking aftermath aswell. The sleek, fluid movement obviously wasn't seen by a majority of the classroom. If the hit was expected to hit like he meant it to, Faust could damage a normal person's spinal column and leave the electric after-taste to destroy the cartlidge. A beautiful combination that Faust decided was an equally satisfactory fate for this arrogant child.

If the student managed to block or avoid the blow, his left hand would retract and position itself to strike whichever limb he decided to make his way off the desk with. He had no problem with breaking bones. Afterall, this was discpline. Taking a step back, Faust smirk with a growing satisfaction for sadism. It had been quite sometime since he had made someone suffer something so great as to destroy their spinal column. But still, the fact remained that it was fun to see a child squirm in his stupidity. The student had brought this upon himself, Atticus had made himself a target in the eyes of Faust. And with that, he would ready himself for whatever the student decided to throw at him. He expected nothing more than a few juvenile attempts by some pathetic freshmen, but this was no suprise. Faust would ready himself for anything, because he had a habit for anticipating the worst in a situation rather hoping for the best. Curling his lips to a clear smirk, he would speak rather quietly but loud enough for his prey to hear him.

"For someone with so much to say, you're at a lack of words, aren't you~?"

His words were cool, harsh, almost considered cruel as it floated into the student's ear-drum quietly. His hands were positioned to take him down with the swiftest of movements, his foot on an angle from the leg of the desk. If it was called for, Faust would hold down Atticus long enough to kick in the desk, sending the student down towards the floor, just a little closer for skull-impact-with-said-knee-cap. It was a cute little idea he thought of just spur of the moment. Fracturing skulls, oh-my~!

[Aureus]

Goddamnit! That shit is really annoying. Quiet. Why would he keep doing it? Pissing people off is obviously his goal. Why piss people off? He's a sadist and likes getting his ass beat? He wants to alienate everyone? One of the two. Funny how we have a perfect example of self destructive thinking right in the classroom. The lesson really isn't worth the distraction though. Someone's bound to react...

Aureus thought carefully from his seat. And as fate would have it his prediction was correct. Another student rose once again and took the source of the deafening sound. This didn't sit well with the board's owner however, as a fight soon broke out. Goddamnit...well that's the end of class. The schizo thought after a single glance at the teacher. He was...fuming. So much so that an odd energy began to spark from his body. Fuck...this guy's the real deal. Yea...seems like he can generate qi. Very impressive. Though watching doesn't get us anywhere. Maybe I can spice things up a bit. Teach that little fuck a lesson. Help anyway.

With that, the freshmen rose from his desk, picked it up, and slid it against one of the doors. "You'd better get out of here, lest you find out what 20,000 volts is like running through your body." He said to a few students before sliding their desks against the door as well. What was the purpose of that? Well, there were two doors in the classroom. He needed one to leave through, and the other needed to be blocked. If it wasn't, Atticus would be able to get out too easily. The others would probably notice what he was doing, but they would be a little too busy with each other to care. Not to mention, the Freshmen would be helping Faust.

Once five desks were in place, Aureus approached the odd, annoying girl that seemed to have a relationship with the teacher. "Please leave. If you don't, you'll get hurt. By Faust." He said in a dead serious tone. There was no way the girl would have listened to him if he just told her to get out. But since it was obvious she knew the teacher, he threw the man's name into the mix. And he wasn't lying either. Anyone in the room would be hurt.

He wouldn't bother with replying to anything she said after that. He had things to do. By this time, most of the students had left. Some took a kick in the ass to get the message, but either way they were out. It was nothing personal, he just didn't see any need for innocents to be harmed so severely. If and only if she complied would Aureus continue on with his plan. However, if she proved too stubborn he would finish things without a second thought. What he had in mind was pretty simply really. Lighter + sprinkler = water. Electric Faust + room filled with water + Atticus = a whole new level of corporal punishment.

[Grayon Brand]

Grayon watched as he began to hear the sound of electricity cutting the air, and saw the young man who had had attacked him suddenly leap up on the the teacher's desk, taking the full brunt of the teacher's electric attack. As the boy jumped to another desk, one thought ran through his mind, aside that of the boy being a lunatic.

How is that man creating that lightning?... Is it the fabled technique of Qi?

Grayon had no clue as to if what the teacher was doing really was Qi, but when he heard another student tell everyone to leave, he decided to find out later.

Grayon ran for the open door as the other students did as well, but stopped as he passed the man who had suggested everyone leave.

"Normally I don't care for the safety of others... but I think we all should leave. Electricty is not a good feeling to have running throughout your body... As that idiot shall find out."

He looked beyond the boy to the young lady that had struck a chord in the teacher earlier... Was it his imagination, or did she seem calm?

"Ma'am I do think we all should leave... unless you know something we don't..."

[Atticus Wagner]

People were already on the retreat, knowing full well that they weren't at all safe. Excellent. That meant he didn't have to step on people's head while moving about. It would have been fun, but not exactly a stable-minded thing to do. Then again, neither was taking on the teacher. A few were hanging back though, some of the students that had spoken up earlier. He'd just have to avoid them, in case they wanted to join in and be the teacher's redundant pets. Especially the two that had the gall to touch his board. But of most importance was taking down the teacher. Why? Because if he didn't, his life was more than subject to change for the worst. The hospital was damn near guaranteed.

Faust's body was positioning itself to take a swing at Atticus' spine, which meant he had to get full-on behind Atticus to even consider such an attack. With that world-blurring speed, it seemed all to easy. This was when skateboarding came in handy. Sure, Atticus could merely see a blur come out behind him, but he knew enough to avoid it by instinct. As the punch shot out, Atticus leaped forward one desk, his ankle just out of the snag range of Faust's arm. He didn't even know how close he had cut it. With a quick turn around, he was back and facing the target of the day, who seemed rather happy to be getting into a fight. Sadistic? Maybe.

Atticus lowered his body so that his left hand was gripping the desk, and his feet were firmly planted. Only his right hand was open, with his body in a squatting position. Not strong for an attack, but more than good enough for his plans. "For someone with so much to say, you're at a lack of words, aren't you~?" Teacher's whispery voice wasn't as intimidating as it should have been. Thank cr*ppy horror movies for that. Everyone whispered to try and be creepy in those movies. It just had become lame after the fifteen millionth time. But there was also the fact that the teacher was trying to psych Atticus out. It figures of all the people in the place, it would be the psychology teacher that was trying to do such a tactic.

"Oh I got plenty to say. But I need a few more moments for my not-so-witty sayings to be more appropriate." From a clenched fist, Atticus' right hand became the almighty birdie, the middle finger of defiance, the sign that was really over played these days. But as much it was over used, it was still just as effective. "But here's something I will say; You're cute when you're angry."

Just then, he felt the desk begin to tip, Faust's foot full on kicking the desk legs out from under the desk. Because of the guy's sheer power, the leg he kicked broke straight off and pierced into a window. The jagged end of the metal leg impaling the glass first, but not breaking it apart, thanks to the laminate placed over windows to prevent them from shattering all over the place. The rest of the desk was going with it, so Atticus leaped from his position to the row to his right, landing on the adjacent desk. Faust's kick sent the desk colliding into another desk, ruining both of those. All of the destruction was seemingly unnecessary.

But Atticus did need to mount an offensive, or his efforts would be futile. Upon landing on the desk, his hands planted on the desk edge, and both of his legs kicked out with a dropkick motion. The attack was aimed for the soft spot of Faust's left side, just under the ribs and into the guts. his knees were slightly bent, so that he could pull a kick-off maneuver to get his body back over the desk and onto safe territory. Well, as safe as anything in Faust's classroom could be. Even though the attack looked simple, it was extremely hard to pull off, involving both balance and strength in addition to lots of practice. But to him, it was just a variation of one of his skateboard tricks, a horizontal handplant.

[anjafurey]

Atticus. How the little bug annoyed Anja. She would get up from her desk, closing her eyes. No. She wouldn't stay to watch Faust's light show. She had no reason to. She knew that Atticus would get hurt. Either by her, or Faust. Pain was always good, in Anja's opinion. It really all depended on what he did. However, if Anja were somebody else, somebody like Atticus, she would pick Faust's pain, instead of the lingering of a terrifying memory-- something that you don't see in the movies. Slowly exiting the room, she would close the door behind her and lean against it. One leg bent, pressing the heel of her pump on the right foot against the door while arms crossed and eyes closed.

Ignorant fool.

(Sorry for the shortness, four ap classes = not enough time right now.)