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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 1, 2009 15:42:54 GMT -8
This is a continuation thread that is incredibly important to Victors development as a character and the reason he came to 259, it has be pre-approved to be transfered to this board simply so it can be finished. The entirety of this thread takes place on the campus of Public High School #42, Moral Crest High OOC: this is taken from the last post of that thread for "Z.E.B" to reply to Victor gave a sneer, then it turned into a smile, this german man... whoever he had been... was quite the fighter, and Victor respected that. and though Victor did not often get angry, he did not often show his frustrations, he had to admit, that had felt REALLY great. "Go ahead, he's all yours" Victor would say to tai as he got up, turning away before he could see the metal pipe smash into the german's face. honestly he didn't want to kill the guy, he looked worn and beaten by the world as it was, and to be fair Victor wasn't mad at HIM, he was simply releasing frustration at the school and with the inadequecy of his own life. to be perfectly honest, he really rather liked that guy, he was a cheeky bastard, and Victor could totally relate with that. Victor stood, feeling the sting go through his entire body, suddenly his pains where catching up with him, so many scratches. Victor turned toward the identical german man standing only so far away, snow white hair, and a thick accent, how strange. Victor was a good deal German himself, hence his blonde hair and blue eyes, so he was actually quite interested in meeting this strange man, who at one moment would gladly take out first aid and heal his own henchmen, but would then throw Z.E.B into the fray and order his henchmen to brutalize him after an already horrific loss though Victor couldn't shake the feeling that Z.E.B had a bit more in him Victor walked, limping a little on his right leg which trickled blood to the cement below, walking over to the german man and flashing his signature big smile. "Alright... I beat your dude... so whats this all about?" Victor asked with a little laugh, honest interest. he loved interesting people... this man seemed... interesting |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 1, 2009 16:37:36 GMT -8
"Allow Me To Introduce Myzelf..." "Alright... I beat your dude... so whats this all about?" The man impersonating "Unfettered" stared for a moment, seemingly transfixed at what had happened. That was, until Tai had hit "Z.E.B." three times in the head. Then suddenly, the trance was broken. The man smiled."You should ask him," a strange new look in his eyes. It was one of sudden dawning and knowing. The hypnosis' requirements for cancellation had finally broken and all the memories that flooded him had made the man standing before Victor whole again. As well as..."...That was the boss who just let you beat him, after all.~"* * * * * * * * * * * * * *WHACK*
*WHOK*
*WHAM*
---*GRAB*"You up, finally?" was the sarcastic reply laced with a smile."...VUCK, you didn't need to hit ZAT hard..."---The fallen "Asian" pulled himself up suddenly, from Tai's metal pipe. Hefting himself up, leaning back, Tai's left hand was slightly in front of him, as if ready to catch his leader if need be. Looking about himself, his vision was filled with red for a few seconds before things began to filter back into a normal light, his head spinning. Looking down his front, he brought up his hand to himself, with one finger extended. Noting it, as if this were the first time he'd seen such sharp nails, he brought it towards himself---*RIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP*
...All the way, down the monk garb. All the way. Tai stood in front of him, between Victor and the boy with a pair of boxers and jeans, extending it out. Grabbing it suddenly and wiping away the blood, he quickly put on the boxers... then the pants... Which in spite of his efforts, immediately became bloodstained."Bandagez and a bottle of rubbing alcohol."
"Please."Immediately, a person from the outer circle of people rushed forward, taking about half a minute to get to the man as he kicked off his footwear, the puddle of blood about him still very evident.
The person suddenly landing on their right knee to the left of the boy, extending upward a roll of bandages in one hand and a bottle of rubbing alcohol in the other. Nodding carefully, his right eye half closed, he smiled in gracious acceptance before slowly reaching for the bottle of rubbing alcohol and popping off the lid with the same hand by utilizing his thumb and pointer finger with a few ungracious unscrews of the lid. Raising it above himself, he slowly walked, the first man following after him quietly, as he began to pour the bottle of rubbing alcohol over his head first, and then his arms... then his chest... and then over his pants. The small smile on his face seemed to grow stronger."Ahh... Stingz.~"Turning about, he reached for the bandages, before nodding to the man. The fellow nodded and quickly ran back to his place as "Unfettered" slowly began to wrap the bandages about himself.
He tilted his head from side to side, cracking bones, stretching himself out, bending over to reach his toes on the less bloody ground, before giving a quick look around."Socks. Please."
"Artemis’ Hunting Shoes. Please."
"Adventure Beltbag. Please."
"Poseidon’s Chest Plate. Please."
"Hades Coat. Please."
"Neon Beaded Bracelet. Please."
"Authority. Please."
"Ares War Gloves. Please."
"Phoenix Lion Medallion. Please."
"Reno's Black Goggles. Please."
"C.F. Enforcer Badge. Please."
"Cupid's Arrow Badge. Please."
"Sol's Baton. Please."
"Maxwell's Silver Hammer. Please."
"...My sword. Please."......Slowly, he began to pull on the clothes that his people gave back to him, all the while walking slowly towards..."...Guten tag... Victor."Holstering his hammer onto his back, telescoping his baton and belting it, and putting his sword back on its belt. His people began to head back to their original positions, as he slowly reached into his coat, pulling out a scarf, promptly wrapping it around his neck.
...And from his pocket...
Na.
Zi.
Eye.
Patch.
*Wrap*
*Tie*
The German smiled.
Sincerely."I am "Unfettered". A pleasure to meet you for real this time, Victor." |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 1, 2009 17:05:13 GMT -8
Victor looked upon the guy, his jaw opened slightly, he'd been duped by the whole 'let a subordinate pretend to be the leader so the leader can do his real plan' Victor's hands naturally came up and appluaded and the man got dressed.
Victor liked the names of the items, and let out an audible chuckle at the name 'maxwell's silver hammer'
"Thats a great song" Victor had said to anyone who looked at him funny.
Victor was a little battered still but he raised him bloodstained arm, hand outstretched "Good to meet you for real this time as well" Victor said with his big lovable smile, looking around at the men who now followed a different commanders orders... Victor looked at the nazi eyepatch the most of anything else that he had mentioned... "Where can I get me one of those?" Victor asked with a laugh, though somewhat seriously. naturally full of questions his mind was just exploding as he decided to simply drop reality in his head and just deal with it, honestly unfettered could explode into a pink elephant right now and Victor would just smile and nod.
"and I'm just gonna go ahead and keep calling you Bamf unless theres ANOTHER name I should learn..." Victor said with a little smile, clearly in good humor about the whole thing
the boy simply didn't know how to frown
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 1, 2009 17:52:18 GMT -8
"You? Me? Italy?" "Maxwell's Silver Hammer. Please."*Laughter*
*Stare*"Thats a great song""Ohh..."* * * * * * * * * * * * * "Good to meet you for real this time as well""Unfettered" promptly nodded, still smiling in turn as he reached out to grab and give Victor a good, strong handshake.---Noting the horrible and deep scratches he'd given him. Enough to give him pause, but to shake hands with the man anyways as several things ran through his mind."Where can I get me one of those?""Hm?""and I'm just gonna go ahead and keep calling you Bamf unless theres ANOTHER name I should learn..."The German raised a brow before realizing what Victor meant... and realizing what Victor meant. Releasing his hand from the handshake, he looked about, his men still ready and at attention. His left arm hugged about his waist, while his right elbow rested on his left hand, hiding whatever pain he was feeling remarkably well, considering. "Unfettered" eyed victor, his smile rarely changing, but always turning out differently... Sly? Cunning? Amusement? Resentment? Inspiration? Anything? Nothing?"Mm... well, to your first question... First, you have to have your eye stabbed out and partially bitten into by a crazed fucker. Second... that's perfectly fine. I'll remember it."Walking towards Victor before bringing up both his hands in a sweeping motion down, below and past him to his right side, his head still facing towards Victor, he gave yet another nod."Would you care to walk and talk with me?" |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 1, 2009 17:57:44 GMT -8
stabbed out and pecked at... neat
oh wait no.. the other thing... gross
Victor just shook his head in good humor, walk and talk? yeah, like he had so many other options right now, he kind of wanted some answers so it seemed pertinant he go along with this for now.
I'd love to" Victor would respond
(sorry for fail short post...)
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 2, 2009 0:41:29 GMT -8
Inclinations I'd love to"Nodding, the German waited for Victor to catch up, nodding in affirmation when he had in his own subtle way. His brows raised up as his right eye lit up, his face a bit of wonderment as to what he would pose his questions and attempting to prompt possible responses he'd have to justify.
If Victor cared anymore at this point. "Unfettered" was a bit uncertain---Oh, to hell with it."I found you purely by chance, but coming here has proven to be more fruitful then I ever thought it would be," he would say as if to muse to himself in a very thoughtful manner, as he looked on ahead, the people behind them beginning to scatter, hiding their tracks. But his eyes grew a bit more serious as he paused...
..."What are your viewz on zis school? Zis Public High School #42?" |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 2, 2009 1:09:55 GMT -8
Victor nodded of course he had, of all the chances Z.E.B. happened to attack and or be attacked by one of his football buddies and the two of them had just happened to work together to eff his eff up, he just happened to want a coach for helping with his stretching
well it all seemed pretty unreal but Victor was oddly okay with that...
random chance
it was all just fate... random chance
Victor had always been blessed with good fortune, though he wasn't sure if this was a fortunate turn or not for him, for his future, for really anything.
he asked himself again... why was he here? he had a succesful career waiting for him, and in the meantime he was just a kid, who had many hobbies, liked fighting, and liked interesting people...
was victor special? was he necessary to some kind of plan this man had in mind? Victor's mind thought about the swastika eyepatch again, all those strange magnificent items, not unlike hitlers belief in the occult, and Victor did have blonde hair and blue eyes... did he... was he...?
No
No self respecting Nazi would go through that much trouble to dress themselves up like a chink, act like a chink, talk like a chink, or anything of that nature...
this had to do with something else
but first... Victor had a question to answer, didn't he.
He smiled, his giant mask against his thoughts and answered plainly, truthfully. "Its dull, I hate the people here, I hate the classes, and the entirety of the situations that go on here lose their amusement quickly and fill me with frustration... as you just saw... I'm not incredibly strong here compared to some... but I refuse to admit that I'm weak, cause I'm not... you see... dawg, that ain't me, I'm the boss" Victor said, his smile growing genuine and wider as he chuckled at his little joke
he wanted to ask his own questions, but it didn't feel like it was time yet
he knew there would be time later
he'd get to know this man, like all of his friends
fight against him, fight with him, grow closer, grow colder, grow warmer again, all those things friends did together...
though Victor saw something else in this man... more fatherly...
many people throughout Victor's life had called him brother, hell his very existance was that of a BRO but for the first time, Victor felt maybe more like...
he couldn't say it... couldn't even think it
Victor shook his head, his inner thoughts never getting to play out on his face like they wanted to
"Why do you ask?" Victor asked with a little smirk, as though he was some kind of smart ass...
oh wait...
he was
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 2, 2009 17:20:12 GMT -8
A Proposition "Its dull, I hate the people here, I hate the classes, and the entirety of the situations that go on here lose their amusement quickly and fill me with frustration... as you just saw... I'm not incredibly strong here compared to some... but I refuse to admit that I'm weak, cause I'm not... you see... dawg, that ain't me, I'm the boss"Watching carefully the reaction and the words that flowed from Victor's mouth, the German hugged his arms about his waist, his face looking downward, a careful smile on his face."Why do you ask?""Mm?" the German's brow raising.
...Smiling in turn, he shifted it to Victor very carefully, his steps coming to a halt. Turning about, he looked at Victor, tilting his head, the smile indicating something else..."Vell... I vas just zinking..."
"Vy don't you join me, zen?"Contorting his brow at a strange look, akin to that of Ace Ventura..."Me und mein merry band, mm?"Of course, this was part of how he was feeling the man out. Would he blindly agree? Ask what the hell he was getting into? Flat out refuse? Ask for a demonstration?
The smile stayed... |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 2, 2009 21:59:04 GMT -8
Victor halted as the german turned and faced him, his deep blue eyes zeroed in on the germans one good eye, and Bamf offered him join his "merry little band"
Victor thought about this, he loved interesting people, and this guy did seem interesting in his own way, he was definately a follower, though he was very okay with that fact... but he had just gotten out of the black knights... and thank god for that but still victor did consider the offer... he wasn't just gonna jump in though
best to test the waters first... thats not foreshadowing at all!
Victor smiled like he was about to laugh at the ace ventura-esque face, it was quite fitting for the situation, and Victor liked the man's spirit
for two people who just got done beating the holy loving hell out of each other... they where getting along quite fine
Victor would then ask "Join your merry band hmm... will that involve me being beaten with a lead pipe?" he asked with a little laugh, his eyes shining, clearly a joke "What is it that your merry band... does? what would I be signing up for exactly?" Victor asked, good humor still painted across his face
if his soul had a body its eyes would be squinted and curious, if not completely mistrusting...
alright mein german friend... sell me
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 11, 2009 1:15:25 GMT -8
Eurotrip Anyone? "Join your merry band hmm... will that involve me being beaten with a lead pipe? What is it that your merry band... does? what would I be signing up for exactly?"The laughter, the smiling... the warmth. With this man, it was hard to see if it was sincere or not, but "Unfettered" simply took it for face value, laughing and smiling along with Victor. But his eye held a sly feel to it just as suddenly, as he'd reach out, fingers gesturing towards himself, as he silently proferred for one of Victor's scratched up arms. Provided that Victor would even provide his arm...
Well, things would suddenly get very cold very fast. Literally.
Frost would begin to develop about "Unfettered's" hand as he'd touch the wounds, watching as the frost would spread over to it. Perhaps not the most comfortable feeling, but it would help numb some of Victor's pain, provided Victor would allow him to do even this much this far."Haha... no, no lead pipe beatingz, unless you truly desire it."
"Rather, if you want it plain and simply, my 'merry band' is a stereotypical gang in ze manner that ve protect our own."The smile would grow sly along with the German's eye."However, ze operations zat ve carry out are highly organized. Ve have successfully broken into radio stations to telecast news to gather my comrades who had to flee my school after the earthquake's destruction. Ve have formed ties vith a Chinese gang in ze Chinatown of L.A., 'Seven Suns', fought tooth und nail vith ze police to get here vithout protection of any Corporal Punishment-related school."The smile would fade so as to avoid making himself look cocky. Or perhaps because a few other bad memories would begin to surface in his head, as his eye would close slightly. He'd eye Victor subtly as he controlled his breathing to make sure it was unnervingly calm... As if what he intended to do was the most obvious thing in the world."I'm here to traffic back Public High School #259ers back down to SoCal where they belong---Our home," he'd say looking up with a bit of wonder in his eye as if to look at some huge, tall building."Public High School #259 symbolically accepts all of us for who we are: Misfits, motherfuckers, weirdos, destroyers... und it bears all our scars proudly."Idealist. Romanticist. Visionary. Passionate Demagogue. Or perhaps a fool. Mentally retarded. Blinded by himself. Ridiculous.
The German smiled at the thought of however Victor saw him right now. If seen positively, then good, all the better. If not, too bad---he'd work around it as usual. That didn't mean he couldn't deny the potential he saw in Victor: As long as his blond-haired friend stayed here, in Public High School #42, he would never face anything tantamount to the monsters of students that often ran loose around Public High School #259. No---It was the only way to awaken this man to his own potential.
Possibly even becoming...
"Unfettered's" eye danced as he looked at Victor endearingly."I'm going to Italy, going to create some ties with the Mafia und get training to strategies the aforementioned. I want you to come with me," he'd say, slowly reaching into the pockets of his coat before pulling out two tickets."This is just high school," the German would acknowledge as a potential counter. "What I am doing is potentially und totally meaningless---Ze point is to put meaning into what you do."Wicked grin."Do you really vant to just stay here? In Public High School #42: Crest High and this horribly shitty attitude this school possess? Or vould you rather come with me?---Tell you vat, come vith me to Italy, train alongside me und zen see if you want to stay vith me."Teeth in the grin..."Zis is a one time offer, mein gut freund."Vat vill you do?~
The German, in his head was beside himself, countering his own statements with arguments, trying to forsee any and all potential responses that Victor could give him back.
It'd be such a shame if he turned this down.
All that potential... going to waste in this school?
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 12, 2009 23:06:35 GMT -8
What a nice man... either beautifully able to play along to Victor's happy nature by laughing with him... or he was being laughed at...
or
perhaps this man honestly just had the same twisted sense of humor Victor did and that was really all the explanation needed
Victor eyed the german calmly as he gestured for Victor's scratched arm. Victor's eyes squinted for a moment, his smile shaping itself into a curious smirk, a slight arrogance as he lifted his arm slowly for the german to take in his hands. The touch was cold, like ice... like...
Eyes widening Victor's mouth went slightly ajar, though his finely shaped lips kept the frame of a smile as his scratches suddenly began to grow cold, the stinging ebbing away slowly as though someone had layed an Ice pack on his arm.
Qi
Suddenly Victor was incredibly interested... this man had been able to practically freeze him simply by pointing at his wounds... Victor didn't know the limits or the drawbacks of such actions, he wasn't thinking about that at all, simply the benefits of having such a power.
Matrim, Gabriel, Ryuu... Everyone at this school had some sort of power that helped them be stronger than him in one way or another...
The german had begun speaking again
No lead pipe beatings... that was a relief... unless he DID desire it...?
Nah dawg... that ain't me... I'm the boss
Nodding as Bamf explained his gang victor gingerly touched his frosty arm, still in slight amazement... simply because this man had such a control over his power that he could use it for things other than just fighting... Victor had never seen anything like it, all the powers he'd seen where completely destructive...
Victor was impressed
A smile painted his charming lips as bamf began explaining the workings of the gang, how it actually had organization... Victor was reminded vaguely of the black knights... but the black knights where also quite organized... though not very loyal... unlike these folk...
Scanning the group that had formed with his blue gaze Victor saw a certain commeraderie between the troops, these people where loyal, to each other, and to this... Bamf... who was really quite respectable as far as Victor saw
Respect > fear amiright?
Then he closed his good eye, his breath becoming... calm... almost strangely so
he offered an idea... of kids from... 259... wherever that wa-
*blink*
SoCal?
SOCAL!?
SOCAL!?
SOCAL!?
Home...
Victor suddenly beamed, his smiled growing three times its average size, as Bamf quickly summarized how accepting the school was... that part wasn't quite as appealing... Victor never thought of himself as a misfit or a monster... just a normal kid that liked to fight...
but hey, no where is perfect...
Victor considered all these things... then Bamf mentioned italy.
italy?
ITALY!?
ITALY!?
ITALY!?
eye's widening as though the man where a magician who happened to know all the magic words that could solve any problem... he had just happened to stumble upon one of Victor's biggest dreams... going to italy, learning italian...
and meeting real mobsters?
Victor was about to shit a brick
Carefully and slowly, though it was an illusion Victor reached out and would take a ticket from the german's hand if he was so allowed.
Sold
"One Condition" Victor said, his normally cheerful voice now a tad icier... rich and deep, but also a little rough and worn. "You teach me how to use QI... cause I have no idea how you did what you did... but I want to be able to do things like that too"
It was just high school... which was why Victor was looking to get as much out of it he could that would affect his days after high school... like learning a Qi, getting ties with the mob, and going to italy... all would be things he could take with him well past high school.... this was almot too perfect.
This german certainly had a way with explaining, not that Victor wasn't willing to listen...
being a follower was fine with Victor
it always got him what he wanted in the end
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 26, 2009 10:52:27 GMT -8
...VICTORy "One Condition. You teach me how to use QI... cause I have no idea how you did what you did... but I want to be able to do things like that too""Done," the man would say, extending his hand out to Victor for a good shake on the deal, which he'd squeeze with a surprising amount of strength---not quite recovered, but..."There is much preparation to be done, my good Victor. You'll need to prepare yourself for the trip and inform your parents of your whereabouts A.S.A.P."If the handshake had occurred, the German would let it drop from there, smiling."For now..."
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 26, 2009 14:00:43 GMT -8
Victor took the handshake, a smile on his lips, the ticket was already paid for, so Victor knew his dad would be cool with him having a summer trip, Victor had always been the independant sort, he couldn't believe his luck.
"Thank you, I'm looking forward to this" Victor said, all things considered, he really was.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 28, 2009 14:29:06 GMT -8
Time... "Gut. Gut," the German would reply with a nod, returning the smile. Looking over at where the rest of his men were or used to be, he suddenly gave an overhand scoop. Seeing this, there was much shuffling...
Looking back at Victor, the German nodded one last time."I shall see you soon then, Victor. Please take care until then."That said, he walked off...
...To where? |
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Post by Victor "Break" D'Armond on Oct 28, 2009 15:25:51 GMT -8
"Don't worry, I'll pack my clean jammies" Victor said with a smile, waving the plane ticket, watching the german walk off...
and what had Victor gotten himself into this time?
Guess only time will tell...
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