Revelations: Part 1 (PHS #42 Thread, Masaru)

["Unfettered"]

OOC IMPORTANT Note: This is a continuation thread. It has be pre-approved to be transferred to this board simply so it can be finished. The entirety of this thread takes place in the vicinity of Public High School #42: Moral Crest High.

Continuing with Masaru's last post and "Z.E.B.'s" follow-up post.

Jul 14, 2009 20:04:41 GMT -8 Masaru said:

Masaru returned the bow as the young man before him bowed at him. He was unused to Americans showing that form of respect, as they do in Japan, so Masaru wasn't expecting this man to do it, so he was slightly taken off guard.

"You ale... Masalu, collect?"

Well, that made sense. This man seemed to have an accent, so he perhaps wasn't quite American, putting the reasoning behind his different signs of respect that Masaru used to be used to.

Masaru looked at the man. He didn't seem that threatening, and it wouldn't hurt to give his name to this man, or so Masaru thought. He nodded to the man.

"Yes, I am the man known as Masaru."

The young man's grin became wider at the revelation that Masaru was indeed the person in front of him, he stepped back, and bowed again to Masaru, and stepped forward.

"Sil. The man known as "Unfetteled" has lequested I meet with you."

Masaru was slightly shocked that Unfettered would send someone specifically to meet with HIM, of all people. Perhaps Unfettered had learned of Masaru's past in 259, since they didn't actually personally have an intelligent conversation face to face before. Now that Masaru thought of it, this man looked similar to Unfettered in some way. Perhaps he was related to Unfettered. A few seconds of silence stilled the conversation as Masaru stared at the man, thoughts streaming through his mind.

"Sharr we tark inside?"

Then, Masaru became conscious again.

"Of course, of course. Come right in, anyone acquainted with Unfettered is welcome in my house."

Masaru led the man through a few hallways, passing a few rooms here and there. Mostly the rooms were bare, other than seemingly old fashioned though efficient furniture and technology was in every room. It would seem as though his house had been picked up from the early Meiji period, right after the seclusion Edo period. Paintings of strategists from around the world were here and there around the whole establishment. Masaru led the man into the Library, with a few armchairs here and there strewn around a fireplace. Old tomes, scrolls, and parchments were on shelves, some opened on large tables here and there. The fireplace was on and spread warmth throughout the room. The indentation of where Masaru was sitting earlier was still in an armchair, by a desk with a few famous books on stratagem and philosophy.

"Please, have a seat wherever you like."

Sit Anywhere You Want. ANYWHERE FOREVER. =D

Nodding in acknowledgment, the boy walked in slowly. Taking note of the way the building was designed and of the host the boy made a few mental notes. When they arrived to the fireplace area-like-library, though... well, he was surprised that the fireplace was still going. So the boy smiled...

...And sat on the floor, Indian-style, his back towards the fire, but not causing himself to completely block the light. The boy sat about five feet away from it, so that he could turn about and adjust himself wherever Masaru chose to sit.

"So then."

[Masaru]

Slightly caught off guard by the young man sitting on the ground but not wasting any time, Masaru quickly sat in a kneeling position several feet from the young man. He hadn't yet had the young man's name, in some countries it would be rude to not give it, and others yet rude to not ask for it. Either way, Masaru was going to ask his name.

"So then."

"So then, What is it I may call you by?"

["Unfettered"]

What's In A Name? Letters.

The Chinese boy noted that Masaru also sat down in a sign of respect. Quick to adjust, good temper, and an aura of calm amongst the many other things that the boy was trying to discern.

"So then, What is it I may call you by?"

Pausing for a moment, the Chinese boy looked at Masaru, considering him from beneath his gray hairs and his bowler hat that all perfectly hid his eyes.

"You may lefel to me as 'Zippel Eyed BAMF', but you may carr me 'Z.E.B.' But yes," the Chinese said nodding, affirming this.

"As per my orders, if you are free to... may I inquire your stance towards the school of Public High School #42: Moral Crest High?" he'd begin with little hesitance.

[Masaru]

Masaru noted Z.E.B. in his memory bank. In other circumstances, he would have offered to call the man 'Bamf', but this is a meeting of some sorts and a sense of formality must be held. Now, down to business. What is Masaru's stance toward phs 42?

"I believe that the school's system is beyond repair. With the incoming transfers every day the teachers have no power to control the students. The choice now is to either beat the student body back into shape or go through a cleansing period and taking the school over ourselves."

["Unfettered"]

Establishment Of Mutual Compliance...?

"I believe that the school's system is beyond repair. With the incoming transfers every day the teachers have no power to control the students. The choice now is to either beat the student body back into shape or go through a cleansing period and taking the school over ourselves."

Z.E.B. paused.

His mouth was tight, as he rested his hands on his knees, letting his pointer finger tap on the knee once, twice, three times.

"My boss only met you once ol so befole, but desclibed you as being more gentre, carm... much akin to that of a pacifist."

...

The emotionless face turned to a very amused grin as he looked at Masaru from beneath the shadows on his face.

"I am happy by youl response and I assure you that "Unfettered" would be as well."

He began to hug himself about his waist, as if to shiver. This was more for the fact that he began to think to himself, turning his face downward a bit, as his face became more thoughtful.

"My boss seeks to bling a retuln of Pubric High Schoor #259els back to Pubric High Schoor #259, for in tluth, he has no lear rove for Pubric High Schoor #42 and what he's witnessed of it. He too berieves in what you say, but because of his stance he wourd lathel go back to rebuird what was once arleady our home as opposed to comprying with the govelnment & schoor distlict desiles to move us about with leckress abandon."

"If we courd corrabolate and meet both our goars, wourd you be intelested in aiding us and in tuln leceiving oul aid? Or do you have mole questions on oul intentions---And who we cullentry ale?"

The face, throughout, turned from serious to slightly sly...

Still, he looked on Masaru, curious on his response.

[Masaru]

Masaru nodded at the wisdom this foreigner had. Much made sense.

"I too believe 42 is a lost cause for the 259ers. With us gone, perhaps 42 would be able to regain some sense of security. It is true I used to be a pacifist, but life changes us in many ways, and often violence is the best solution where words have no value. I would like to hear more though, who is this 'us' you speak of? I could always use more allies, though I would like to know who I am working with. Last time I joined a group without any questions I ended up leaving the moment they took action, and would rather not waste your, or my time if that were to occur."

Masaru nodded as the family butler came in with an assortment of appetizers and drinks. He placed the tray down in between Masaru and Bamf and left the room.

"Oh look at the time. Care for a drink or snack?"

Masaru himself grabbed a cup of green tea then gestured to Bamf to help himself.

["Unfettered"]

"I'm A Thinker; Must Get Ready Now..."

"I too believe 42 is a lost cause for the 259ers. With us gone, perhaps 42 would be able to regain some sense of security. It is true I used to be a pacifist, but life changes us in many ways, and often violence is the best solution where words have no value. I would like to hear more though, who is this 'us' you speak of? I could always use more allies, though I would like to know who I am working with. Last time I joined a group without any questions I ended up leaving the moment they took action, and would rather not waste your, or my time if that were to occur."

The boy stared quietly from underneath the shadows of his head attire while his hand reached up to touch his own chin, scratch it carefully with the sharp nails so that it would not bleed. Of course, that is when a man arrived, placing a tray between the both of them. What went on in the Chinese boy's mind was to the point, but he was growing to appreciate why the boss would seek out such a man. He knew not of the man's actual physical strength, but the mental strength was amazing.---

"Oh look at the time. Care for a drink or snack?"

Immediately, the boy's face would shift into a smile, nodding as Masaru took for a drink of green tea first before gesturing towards Z.E.B.

"Thank you."

Grabbing a knife to cut off a slice of cheese before lightly layering it on top of a cracker, the Chinese man then reached for a mug with green tea as well with his right hand, placing it down five inches to the side of his right knee. Slowly, he then rested the cracker on his left knee, before putting his hands in between his legs and nodding again.

"Paldon the pause. But I just think that what you have said wirr make my mastel vely, vely happy," he'd say with a small smile, before reaching with his left hand for the cracker and cupping his right hand beneath it to catch the crumbs as he brought it to his mouth, biting into it slowly a few times before it was all gone. Swallowing the bite slowly, Z.E.B. would then move both his hands towards the platter, brushing off a few crumbs from his hands onto the edge of the platter, away from the other foods in a small movement of mannerisms.

To clear his throat, Z.E.B. then lean backwards to grab his green tea, drinking from it, taking his time as he chewed over his words and cleared his throat with the very, very hot drink. There was a slight burning sensation that began to develop towards the back of the boy's tongue but he ignored it, being used to it.

"Thele are a few deviations in telms of goars, but flom what I can gathel that you ale saying, oul goars are highry simiral."

"We our the boss' newly chlistianed version of Miritia, The..." struggling... "Remnants."

The mixing of the mixing of the Chinese boy's "L's" and "R's" taxed the Chinese boy, making his face go red as he made himself quiet once more.

"Miritia stirr exists, but because nealry arr of the boss' comrades reft ol wele folced to tlansfel to Pubric High Schoor #42: Clest High, the boss was reft as one of the onry peopre who wele of Miritia on Pubric High Schoor #259."

"Those of us who ale with him are amongst the few who managed to evade captule of the porice whire tlaverring up to the boaldel of San Francisco about Pubric High Schoor #259, the peopre that Hakfu Song of the "Seven Suns" Chinese gang rent to "Unfetteled" fol his cause, the stlaggerels that "Unfetteled" has meant along the way, and a few of you Pubric High Schoor #259els that stirr have kept in contact with my boss."

"...He wishes to tlaffic Pubric High Schoor #259els back down to Pubric High Schoor #259. But because inhabiting Colpolar Punishment-lerated schoors ale one of the onry reasons that Boss has not been allested yet, he must olganize the mannel in which he does this to pelfection."

That was a mouthful, even for Z.E.B. Nodding again, the Chinese boy took the drink of green to to his lips with both hands to take a small sip before putting it back down again to his side. Reaching this time for a single peanut, he'd pop it gently into his mouth, eying Masaru from beneath his hair.

"Sharr I go on? Ol do you berieve this is sufficient? If not, do you have any questions?"

[Masaru]

Masaru nodded to the man. It would make sense to bring the 259ers back to 259. He did have questions, but he would save them for after the man had finished his part of the talk. There is no point to ask a question that the man may answer with his next questions.

"Please, enlighten me. If there is anything else you can bring up on the matter that would be great. I wouldn't want to ask any questions before you are done talking."

Masaru sipped his green tea, and listened to the man if he said anything. If he didn't answer the question he had in mind, Masaru then would ask.

"I see the goals here, but have you already gone and thought up plans as to how to go about this?"

["Unfettered"]

Enlightenment---Not. >_>

"Please, enlighten me. If there is anything else you can bring up on the matter that would be great. I wouldn't want to ask any questions before you are done talking."

AND THAT'S WHEN A LARGE NAKED MAN BY THE NAME OF ELLIS D. WINKLEWOOD BURST IN THROUGH THE WALL LIKE THE KOOL AID MAN, ROCKING OUT WITH HIS COCK OUT WHILE IT FLAILED VIOLENTLY LIKE A MORNING STAR.

"YSE, CUM MY CHILD, BEDN OVER SO THAT I MAY ENLIGHTEN YOU!"

"Simpry put, the forrowing you may not aglee with, but he has thus attained the aid and suppolt of a Chinese gang in the south, in the China Town of L.A. and he intends to seek furthel funding, equipment, manpowel and potentiarry even favols from the Itarian-based Mafia."

"I see the goals here, but have you already gone and thought up plans as to how to go about this?"

"My boss has," the man would nod gravely before quietly taking another quick bite of a cracker. Taking a small sip of green tea to wash it down, he looked on at Masaru, smiling with an interested look.

"Paldon, but to levear the next, I have been ordeled to first call my boss himserf, so that he may hear your own voice and detelmine for me my coulse of action," the Chinese boy would say, slowly reaching for a cellphone, flipping it open, and selecting "Unfettered's" number.---Before extending it out to Masaru to hold.

Smiling.

"Prease sil, if you wirr. Legaldress of your decision, he would be happy to hear the voice of a 'ferrow 259el once mole' befole the opelation is undelway."

The dial button waited for Masaru...

[Masaru]

Masaru grabbed the phone and pressed the dial button. It rang slowly. This was going to be an interesting conversation. Masaru would see how things go and so far he likes what he is hearing.

Things were going nicely, that was true. He needed powerful allies, and Gabriel Seran was turning into a uncontrolled variable. Masaru would need to bide time, he needed to get smarter, and wisely choose his decisions. He waited for Unfettered to answer.