Heil zeh fuhrer (student dean, open later)

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Somewhere in Germany

about 3 months ago

The chirping of indigenous birds filled Victor’s ears, a melody of soft noises that had victor trying to hum a tune between the keys of the birds beautiful voices. His deep rich toned hum added a much desired baritone to the high chirps, creating a beautiful harmony between nature and man. Victor’s jack Purcell’s padded lightly over the earthy dirt road, a backwoods route that victor chose on purpose for the sake of adventure. Why come to Germany in the first place anyway? Adventure! Weren’t you listening earlier?
With a bounce in his step the blonde boy breathed a sigh of contentment, his blue eyes sparkling in the German sunlight with the spirit of his well needed little vacation for himself. On his back was his guitar, his trusty travelling companion, and the only way he was going to be able to make money as long as he was here. But before he went to the city and started playing his heart out, he wanted to see the countryside first, the beautiful lush green fields, the ancient and majestic trees that towered for centuries, the rolling hills and most importantly, exploring the old cottages that riddled the land, years before America was anything more than a bunch of squabbling Indians.
His stomach grumbled at him, Victor smiled and looked down at his stomach, only to see the pink V-neck that flowed down his chest. He shook his head; he knew he should have eaten something before he started walking twenty miles from the airport in no particular direction. Hooray for planning ahead! Victor jerked his head over his shoulder, the weight of his guitar pulling him down slightly as he tried to find balance, a little juggling of his shoulders and he was right back up, looking behind him as was his original intention.
Nothing
For miles.

Cool story bro

Victor’s eyes shut for a moment, he’d have to find something to eat soon, he looked back toward the lush green fields that, at the moment, he’d now rather trade for a sandwich. His soft blue eyes looking up he spotted a small trail of smoke, rising from a small cluster of trees in the distance. That was either a house, or something was on fire… either way, it was worth checking out. Victor bolted forward with the speed he had gained from his many fights and training heavily, of course coming to Germany was also going to be part of a bigger plan, why shouldn’t it be? The scenery became a blur around him, the soft thumping of Victor’s heart rate raising made him smile, made him feel free and alive as the smoke trail slowly grew more distinguishable as he raced toward it. In moments he was upon the doorstep of a modest looking cottage of old, the smoke raising out of a little chimney all made out of stones slabs, like the rest of the house, even complete with a thatched roof of straw. Victor was impressed that anyone of modern day would live out here, it must have been some kind of hermit, judging from the distance he was from the city, and even from the worn down beaten dirt road that ran through this neck of the woods. Victor examined the door, and judging from the hinges shine, and the fact that they looked brand new, it was simple to figure that this guy either didn’t like company, or he had another way out of the house… or both. This combined with the fact that the fire was still on meant he was probably home.
Victor’s wide smile came to his lips as he breathing began to grow to its regular calm pace after his short run, his adrenaline falling now, his hand came up and knocked on the door. His blue eyes radiant he quickly checked his teeth with his tongue, if he was going to get food from an honest to god hermit, he’d have to REALLY try. Victor heard footsteps from within the room, heavy but quick, obviously someone strong and able, Victor was ready though. There was a pause, and then the door clicked, opening slightly. Before Victor could take anything in he felt a strange pressure in his throat, he blinked slowly to recompose himself as it felt like a noose tightened a death grip around his neck, he gasped for a quick breath, then looked back up at the man, his eyes beginning to water.

“was wünschen Sie?” the deep powerful voice growled, the german accent thick and powerful upon Victor’s ears.

FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Victor realized he knew absolutely nothing about speaking german. He tried to compose himself, finding it difficult within the aura of this man. Victor’s eyes met his, dark grey and powerful, his eyes sunken into his face slightly, the skin pale from lack of the sun, his lips a purplish sort of color, grimacing at Victor.

“Food…en?”

Victor replied, adding the “en” to even attempt Germanic speech, he winced a little as the mans grimace turned into a sneer. “American? What are you doing here, in the fatherland?” the man asked. English? Why could this man speak English…

Victor nodded for a moment, still finding it hard to process his thoughts. “well… I’m a pure german, and I always thought it would be fun to visit the fatherland, my grandparents live here and I was on my way to their house… I was just wondering if you had any food” Victor explained, making up the bit about his grandparents… for effect.

The man’s sneer softened, turning almost into something of a smirk. “ah, of course… anyone of pure German decent is welcome here” he said, opening the door wider, his smirk now a sadistic smile as he motioned his hand for Victor to come in. Victor nodded his thankyou, stepping inside. Suddenly a slight twinge rolled down Victor’s spine as he looked at the blood red walls, covering inch to toe of the whole cottage… the banners of the third reich, the only thing that split up the red was the black and white swastikas on each banner.

So that’s why the hermit spoke English… he was in the war.

“Hey bro… I-"

“yes… brother?” the powerful voice cut off the rich baritone, Victor just exhaled, unable to speak… as if an outside force was stopping him
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Public High School 259

Present day

A soft wind blew through Victor’s faux hawk, he tucked his white pea coat closer to him, a simple smirk drew across his face, not his usual big smile, but just a playful smirk. Behind him looked like a giant celebration, super bro had returned! Of course some strange questions had to be asked and answered

“Victor, you don’t seem like yourself, you alright?”

“yeah, Germany just really opened mien eyes, you know bro?” a slight german accent now to his rich beautiful baritone, which carried across the small crowd that had formed to see him

“oh yeah, alright that’s cool… but why are you wearing a Nazi arm-band?” they asked, a slight nervous chuckle ran throughout the crowd.

“mien friends, you must understand the svastika once stood for peace, and unity, something I intend to bring to this school, follow me, you shall see” The rich baritone replied, short and sweet and to the point, the people followed.

And so behind Victor was a mass of attractive girls, bro’s of all sizes, curious kids who wanted to see what was going on behind those blue eyes, and of course far behind him, a small squadron of Italians, each holding a pistol in their jacket pockets. What kept them there? Only Victor knew… and a certain white haired German

Funny how these Germans always seem to gain the trust of the Italians.

Victor marched with his ill formed army toward the administrative building of the school, a small pause as they got outside of it. “Wait here my friends, I’ll be back in just a sec” Victor said, his usual charm and charisma behind every word… though it seemed somehow… amplified, like he had been taught to refine his natural charisma by someone. And with that he made a swift hand motion and his Italian men followed him quickly inside the building. Victor walked by the attendance desk “ma’am” he said simply, giving her a small charming salute as he walked by. “Hi Vict- hey, w-wait, Victor! No one is supposed to go back their without permission” she shouted, standing up in her seat, her weight set forward to begin chasing them. one of the Italians looked back at her with a glare, his brown jacket creasing as his body turned toward hers. With a silent shock the attendance lady took her seat with no further complaint.

The formation walked down the hall, Victor at it’s vanguard, flanked by his mafia connections as they approached the office of the student dean.

Dean of students
Tayler Adam

“allow me” one of the Italians said, Victor glanced at him quizzically as the Italian’s foot came up, slamming into the door, sending it flying off of its hinges, bouncing across the floor with a loud smash, skidding and creaking as it splintered and rolled to it’s final resting place next to the deans desk. moron “Demitri, you take the back of the line, we don’t need someone trigger happy for our little operation” Victor said, almost like the words of a Wiseman, someone who was enlightened in some strange twisted way, it was absolutely calm, and could not be argued against, Demitri took his place in the back. Victor stepped through the doorway, examining its snapped hinges; this door was clearly unused to abuse like that, which was a good sign. Victor stepped all the way into the room now, scanning for the student dean.

“Mr. Adam, I need to speak with you” Victor said ever so calmly, as if the door had never been kicked down. Not in any one moment had the smirk left his face.

[The New Student Dean]

A Summary Interrupted

Planning.

The Student Dean of Public High School #259 had been busy for the majority of the past few months with keeping track of what limited sources and resources he could make use of in terms of keeping up to date with the experiments, the current politics, the Enforcer Corporations, so much to the point that tending to the teenagers of Public High School #259 as an actual Student Dean came more off as a hobby that had varying degrees of success. A hobby whose "joy" he exercised more and more rarely with every passing day. There in his room, he stood with his usual overly formal attire of a suit, a white long-sleeved button-up undershirt, Italian shoes, Italian leather gloves, and his rather crazy hairstyle with various pieces of metal adorned on it as if some form of retained tribalism.

Primary concerns involved more rather on the growing world of rapidly changing influences in the world of the experiments, seeing those that surfaced into the public and their attempts (which were rarely, but sometimes genuinely successful), and those that were mustering up their own equivalent to "military" strength. Resounding issues of "allies" within the Enforcer communities and their lack of response were very troubling for what remained of both the German Enforcer Corporation and the Japanese Enforcer Corporation, which the Dean found to be reminiscent of World War II's start-up. For example, the English Enforcer Corporation, whom were very cordial and wonderful to work with in the beginning became essentially non-existent during the month of December. And while in previous years great ties had been made with the Irish Enforcer Corporation, not a word had been spoken back in spite of the many various attempts the Dean had attempted in contacting them---which gave rise to the possibility that, since the Irish's Enforcer Corporation were so small in number, the fear of the much more massive (if not by logic of population ratio alone) of potentially having to compete with either the Russian Enforcer Corporation or the Chinese Enforcer Corporation in the hunt for these experiments became very plausible.

All of this was not even touching on the magnitude of the overly-obvious goals of the German-Japanese Enforcer Corporation Coalition whom were separate from their former primary entities to turn into one themselves.

So much talent being drained into one gigantic form... the possibilities were endless as to the why, the how, the---

*BOOM*

Instinctively, the Student Dean slipped down to his knees, did a pivot twist with his hips and slammed his back into the interior of his thick, heavy desk, pulling out one of his flashbangs from their private suspenders from underneath the desk. It was hard to hear the background discussion that was going on---that was, until a very, very calm voice approached him.

"Mr. Adam, I need to speak with you"

Soothing, charismatic, collected, and not fitting the mood at all given the destruction in the voice's wake. Quietly standing himself up, hiding the flashbang up his sleeve in a relatively inconspicuous manner as he got himself to stand with one hand, the Student Dean looked at the man---boy, who was standing in the midst of the destruction that occurred in the Dean's office. More, the dean's eyes made careful and simple note of the boy's attire, his eyes ever so quick to take in the little notes of details, the fact that this kid was packing serious reinforcements, etcetera.

All of this was far too coincidental.

The operation was about to---

Though the Student Dean was famous for never letting his composure falter when amongst other students, the swatstika armband on the boy's arm matched up with too many parallels.

All of this was far too coincidental.

Therefore, by logic and knowledge of who he was dealing with, the Dean surmised quietly to himself in a millisecond that this was not coincidence.

It was him.

Second off, in his spare time of scanning all the profiles of the entire student body, given the recent string of absences with what he believed (if his memory was serving him correctly), this was... typically not the character of this student. However, a name would need to be verified before anything else.

The Dean, seemingly lost over the past twelve seconds as he composed all the aforementioned thoughts properly, he looked on at the student, only providing a simple nod, before striding over and around the side of his desk to reach the front of it, revealing the flash bang without its pin, before, between the two of him, he pinned it up nicely. Pivoting about cleanly with no excessive movement of muscle, the Student Dean gently let down the flashbang behind him without a sound, before pivoting just as quietly, on top of the severed and uneven front door as well, to face the student in front of him. The Japanese man's face showed no signs of excitement, stress or pressure, revealing only a cool, calm collection of composure to match as if he too were simply greeting an old friend with strict formalities.

"As I am sure that you are aware, I am Mr. Adam, the Student Dean of Public High School #259," not for the sake of being obvious, but to simply say in another term of the manner, 'I am he.'

Quietly, without absolute quiteness, the Dean extended his right hand to himself before taking his left hand to it, gently pulling the leather glove off of his hand before opening and regrasping the glove more tightly in his left hand. Letting his left arm relax to his side, he bent forward the top of his chest to lean slightly towards the student while extending his right hand for a good, strong, barehanded handshake.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?" providing the boy with his prompt.

The boy would not catch the Dean staring at his armband again. One glance was enough. A battle of mental foreplay was already beginning.

Outside, whistling, was an old man in a bowler hat and long hair that extended to his beard, whistling in an amused matter to himself, peeking in at the Student Dean's front office before walking off again, to stand silent for further instruction...

[Victor "Break" D'Armond]

Victor took it all in, watching the small japanese man get up from behind the desk, his movements quick precise, perfect and well thought out, and yet effortless, it was easy to surmise why the school would place him as its dean. practiced confidence, perfect calm no matter what the situation, someone who could deal with the little hell makers of 259.

Brow raising as the man lowered a flash grenade from his sleeve, which would have been a wonderful surprise attack, though Victor was certain by the merit of the man's incredible agility and observational skill he probably already spotted the several italian's behind Victor, and their guns.

"As I am sure that you are aware, I am Mr. Adam, the Student Dean of Public High School #259,"

Perfect, exactly who he was looking for, Victor nodded with a smirk, his hand coming up and brushing through his faux hawk, he had to look good for his little interview. "I'm glad my associates actions have not deterred you from casual conversation" Victor said with a humored chuckle, a small nod to the broken door on the ground, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he looked back to the student dean, a simple message 'try anything funny and they will do the same to you' Victor stepped forward as the student dean began to take off his glove, a handshake. simple, the way that knights used to greet each other as a promise that they would not draw their sword, because their hands where too preoccupied with the shake. This man seemed like one of honor... or perhaps thats just what being Japanese did for Victor's perception. though Victor missed nothing... there had been at least a ten second pause before the dean had responded, Victor's mind also began to whirl, what could he have surmised from such a short encounter

of course the fact that this was hostile action, the Italian's may have given something away as well, and then there was the way victor was dressed, like the negative print of a Nazi SS soldier, and god know's he could garner great amounts of information from that... he knew the dean had access to the enforcers... he could know... maybe

Victor's hand came up to grasp the mans, Victor considered that it could be a trap, but he was really relying on the fact that he had several heavily armed men behind him to deter the man from doing anything stupid

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister...?"

"Wasserdrache, you may refer to me as such anyway, good to meet you" Victor's rich baritone hummed out of his throat beautifully filling the room with warmth, his blue eyes friendly enough, certainly at least showing that he did not mean the man harm, as long as things went well.

"I'm going to do you a favor and cut right to the chase" Victor would say as the handshake ended, a clear glimmer in his eye as he kept his place, his blue eyes would never leave the Japanese man's gaze.

"In a respect I need your help, lacking that, I need your cooperation at the minimum" Victor would say, his hands coming behind his back, his white coat tugging against his huge chest as the swastika of the armband would disappear from the Japanese man's view.

"I require three things, from you, one: access to all the records and files of the students, two: all contacts to all of the enforcers, this is the most important, I need to get in contact with the enforcers, and thirdly..." Victor paused, his old lovable smile coming to his face for a moment as his thinly accented speech came to a halt "thirdly I need to ask for your trust that I mean no harm to any student, and that my little project in the end will be for everyone's benefit" Victor explained

short, sweet to the point, full of his new practiced charisma that far exceeded his old, his brilliant blue eyes where full of wisdom and honesty

now the game begins

[The New Student Dean]

First Thing's First

"I'm glad my associates actions have not deterred you from casual conversation" the boy began with an amused chuckle with its own subtle context. Already, the both of them were beginning to get a feel for each other, as the Dean stood stoically, in spite of everything that was transpiring in his room, logic playing out. Fearless? Confident? Arrogant? What of the boy?

The name flickered in his mind. The age, the height, the color, the typically observed styles and personalities from past-recorded issues from some special... installments he had slowly made on the 259 campus. Records of the past occurrences on Public High School #42 and #259, especially with his initial confrontation with Mitsuki Park, David Blaze, Gabriel Seran...

This was no coincidence. And for everything he knew, the Dean was not surprised by this diversion of personality. His hands and arms were firm at his sides, a complete stillness about the Dean without any derision of movement.

And that was why, when they shook hands without excess movement, his trap, if you will was executed flawlessly. The most Victor would feel would be a slight twinge of electricity, of energy passing onto him---not to shock him, but almost to fill him with a curious energy that would feel like nothing more then perhaps a light adrenaline rush.

"Wasserdrache, you may refer to me as such anyway, good to meet you" rang out the rather endearing, warming voice. The charisma had a nice tang to it that was amazingly intoxicating. Much as the report had stated, Victor did have a mannerism of befriending men and seducing women.

"I'm going to do you a favor and cut right to the chase"

*"He means like how he did your door a favor? Ha-ha!"*

*"Shut up, Fred."*

"I require three things, from you, one: access to all the records and files of the students, two: all contacts to all of the enforcers, this is the most important, I need to get in contact with the enforcers, and thirdly..."

...The flash bang began to vibrate, levitating behind the Student Dean without him moving, the Dean not even giving any flex of strain or movement.

*"Sir, do you need me to---"*

*"That will not be necessary, Calvin."*

Before the grenade got even half an inch off the ground, it suddenly quietly rested back to where it was.

"thirdly I need to ask for your trust that I mean no harm to any student, and that my little project in the end will be for everyone's benefit"

There was no change on the Dean's face as he continued to look back into the eyes of the Victor D'armond who had been trying to keep as succinct and to the point as possible, though not minding at all the way he fleshed out his own voice and showed off his wonderful physique.

Oh yes, the Dean knew that the chances of him dying should he make a wrong move or make any inclination of hostility. Then again, the Dean also knew that if he so chose to, Victor would bring more then just trained Italian mobsters.

...The Italian Enforcer Captain's sources were correct.

But first things were first. They were in school, and the parading about was highly unnecessary.

*"As much as I enjoy listening to you speak, Mister D'armond, I must request first that you refer to your thoughts as your train of thoughts. I do not wish to be rude to your rather 'trigger-happy' compatriots, so I would rather you order their withdraw."*

...Standing still. Completely still. Nothing but breathing and staring off, before walking around while putting on his gloves back around to his desk.

His lips never parted. His voice box nor did his adam's apple move an inch.

*"To your first point. I cannot give you the resources you require as you are not an employee of Public High School #259 or its district. I heed your request and must decline, as part of my own employment's occupational integrity."*

*"However, if you proceed to further explain yourself, I may lend my services, as I am already requesting aid.*

*"The second is impossible. The Enforcer Corporations are exactly that---Corporations. As I am certain your reason here extends beyond yourself to a certain aged gentlemen, you must please realize that seeing as how all the corporations are their own entities, they all possess their own agendas and not all choose to keep open communication, or diplomacy with each other."*

As for the amount that actually allied themselves with the German-Japanese Enforcer Corporation, he would not say unless prompted to, as this was already information he had explained prior to this meeting.

Still, though, as these seventeen seconds passed, the man did not stir.

*"Thirdly, I will require you to sit in with me on either ten detentions, or pay approximately $375 for the broken door of whom you are the cause for addled with only four detentions."*

*"I must also insist that you apologize to my secretary for having horrified her so dearly. She did not deserve that, nor does she deserve to continue to look on men of an illegal cause with armaments."*

*"Again, I insist that your men leave immediately and that we continue our conversation immediately. I will treat you no differently with or without guns."*

Thirty seconds of stillness.

"If you will," he said, finally speaking, looking to the side. A granted guarantee.

No threats. No mentioning of the aged man with the ample amount of facial hair who was hanging around the hallway just outside. No mention of the telekinetic boy who was hidden somewhere who had been rescued from the Correctional Facility in part-thanks to a certain Bastille Cunningham.

No, it was not proper to threaten. When being polite, it would simply turn the conversation sour. A man of honor... and his word.

*"I am free to open conversation, debate, compromises and discussion afterward under no threat to either of us."

*"I am your student dean. You may trust me without fear of betrayal.*