Summons Letter (Mr. Asiv)

[Winters]

Durring one of your classes you recieve a summons note from the main office to see Mr. Asiv.

Vorladung

What..?

Uncertainty filled his eyes, as the teacher looked down on him, obviously not pleased with this interruption. But then, Jonathan was the quiet kid, who never ran late for class, was always adamant about his assignments... to the point where he looked like a wuss. What would Mr. Asiv want with Jonathan, of all people?

"..It's almost the end of class. Take your backpack with you. And be SURE to get down the homework assignments---"

Jonathan looked over, face stony, and raised up his agenda.

"..Oh. Alright then. Get on with it."

Picking up his pencils and papers, papers, homework, notes, he arranged them into his English folder, and neatly put it into his backpack. Never saying a word, as usual. Standing up, he moved to the side of his desk, and bent down to pick up his backpack, swinging it onto his left shoulder, to his back, before putting his right arm through the right strap, and walking along, hands in his jeans, eyes sharp through the glasses, quietly down the front of the class, as the teacher eyed him warily.

The door opened quietly... and closed with minimal sound, his feet not even heard, as he deliberately walked like a mouse, adjusting the muscles in his feet.

Never had the hallways felt so... peaceful.

Undoubtedly, people were ditching, and proctors, Pillars, and other things were patrolling or fighting, but... there was quiet in this hallway to Mr. Asiv. There was peace.

He began to realize that he had never been to Mr. Asiv's office, never even seen the man himself.. Jonathan had been staying on the down low for way too long.

Building 1.

Mr. Asiv's office.

Looking up at the door.. up and down, he took out the letter from his pocket. Yea. This was the place.

Folding it neatly, he put it into his pocket.. his left hand twitchy.

Prepared to rip open his backpack, and pull 'him' out.

His right hand went up to the door.. and his eyes looked from side to side, to check for ambushes, before the final breath, and he plunged in.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

[Zack Asiv]

Thats right. The hermit of the school for he had not really left hsi office for a very long time. Which meant one of two things. He was planning something, or he was going through with a previouse plan and no one knew it. In fact, he was just about to run into the beginning of the future of his main plan. But we shall leave that to the imagination of others. For today sitting in his office, a window on the far side outlooking the courtyard, his desk infront of that, the walls lined with book shelves, and between every set of two there was a statue of some great martial artist or warrior of the past.

Three knocks came to his door finally as he walked over to it, a rather odd long walk tot he door if he did say so himself. Opening the door and looking tot he student he had summoned before, he smiled widely. dark green hair, a dark blue suit, with a yellowish dress shirt under that, a black tie and dark blue dress shoes. Besides his differently colored brown eyes this was Mr. Zack Asiv. He turned to walk towards his desk as he raised hsi right hand and motioned for the boy to follow, he didn't say anything until they both would be seated.

"Well hello there, I believe you are Mr. Jonathan Winters, am I correct?"

Asiv would give a moment for him to answer a kind smile still present on his face.

"Good to have you here as you have probably already assumed I am Mr. Asiv, you can call me Asiv, or Zack, doesn't matter."

[Winters]

Mr. Asiv - First Meeting

"Well hello there, I believe you are Mr. Jonathan Winters, am I correct?"

Simply keeping quiet might be deemed disrespectful here, but... he wanted to keep his mum. And his defenses up.

His left hand went up to adjust his glasses, and his head went down a bit before going back up, to look into the eyes. A nod.

...What in the world...!?

Those eyes were.. I... can't see into them...

"Good to have you here as you have probably already assumed I am Mr. Asiv, you can call me Asiv, or Zack, doesn't matter."

So this was him. Jonathan's face remained stony. Didn't have a reason to show emotion... something he usually reserved for Calamity, anyways. Mr. Asiv. His eyes... something was going on, beyond anything Jonathan could comprehend right now, behind those eyes...

...A dangerous man.

The supervisor of Public Highschool #259.

"..S-Sir."

Old military school habit.

He'd been forgetting about his old life as more and more time went on... the school had affected him more greatly then he thought possible, in the short time since he came out from the down low.

Another nod. This one more rigid, as a sign of respect.

..But something else beneath Jonathan's exterior was throwing a fit.

Hush. This is the worst place to break 'you' out.

His eyes never once left Mr. Asiv's... looking him down. With his flamboyant green hair, the casual blue suit, the yellow shirt underneath, and other typical articles of clothing, this guy looked as normal as any other buisness man, a teacher, or something along the line of high profession.

Quietly, Jonathan became aware of himself... looking like a scruffy kid, his long white hair either going down behind his neck, or down the sides of his head, with long bangs. The usual vest that he wore, that slightly exposed his vaguely muscular stomach, and his jeans. Allowed for convenience, at best, but, he wasn't fit to even be in this man's presence.

"...R-Reporting t-to y-your s-summons, s-sir." His accidentally went up into a salute, as his rather deep voice for a freshmen went off. Shit. Face went read.. and his arm crept back down... he looked away for the first time, embaressed. "..S-Sorry. O-Old m-military s-school h-habit." But, his eyes quickly went back up, not wanting to show weakness in possibly strongest man in this school.

...Stronger even then Jyo.

"...W-What w-would y-you a-ask o-of m-me, s-sir?"

Wary.

[Zack Asiv]

Noting the Salute and remembering having read the boys file saw he came from a Military school. So the Salute didn't get any other reaction except for a return salute as proper as a Liutenant Colonel. He lowered his hand as the boy looked away. Asiv didn't care, but then he asked what Asiv wanted with him, basically. Asiv thought for a moment as he could feel the medallion in the inner pocket of his suit jacket, and the cooler with a can of brimstone next to his feet. He himself knew full well what eh wanted with this one, his file pointed out every aspect he wanted. But wording it would eb alittle. . . Difficult as Asiv hadn't exactly placed his attitude or personality, nor understood how to control him. Maybe with what almost every desire needs. The ability to complete it.

"I want to offer you power."

Asiv tried to see anything inh im, some kind of reaction. If he got one or not was all he needed to continue. Of course power in its self was acquired mnay ways. The most common through training, or learning,b ut there is always the fast way, but there are consequences. Some would say you had to sell your soul to the devil. Asiv would liek to think of it as an agreement between two individuals to help each other out.

[Winters]

...Power?

A salute was returned. Jonathan was grateful for at least the apparently kind man's gesture. Standing there, in front Mr. Asiv's desk though... he did not even get a chance to look at all the furnishings, as much as he'd like to. The man's eyes did not waver. But Jonathan started to grow uneasy---

"I want to offer you power."

Wh-What?

For a moment, the creature stopped stirring, and Jonathan's eyes went blank.

Power.

His backpack unslung to his left shoulder, where he promptly dropped it to his side, the rest of his body, completely unmoving. No shock. Just surprise. Immediately, the thoughts of extensive training filled his mind, giving him some sort of unusual training that would perhaps strengthen him beyond his own limited foresight of imagination. Otherwise, no reaction in his face, not even blinking.

...But in his eyes...

Power.

Again, the simple word, resounding in his head.

Jonathan's arms were at his sides... as he tried to look into Mr. Asiv's eyes again. He broke contact, for a moment, to bend down, and unzip the second part of his backpack, ready to grab 'him' at a moment's notice. This was sounding more and more...

Sinister.

Had to be more blunt.

"...Th-Three q-questions, s-sir." was a quiet response.

His left hand went up, to raise up one finger.

"..Wh-What t-type?"

Second finger went up.

"H-How s-so?"

Third Finger.

"W-What c-cost?"

...

Power.

Intoxicating.

What he lacked.

[Zack Asiv]

Reaction. It was what Asiv had wanted, and the reaction he got he wasn't quite sure of. Maybe he was too straight forward with his statement and should of suger coated it alittle. Yet none the less it got what he wanted. When the boy spoke up, seeming to reach into his bag for something before stopping, Asiv was. . . Very interested in what he may have to say. His hands came up infront of him as he stayed still, the thumbs resting against the ridge on his chin. His brown eyes staying on the boy as he asked his three questions, and good questions they where. Covering all the bases, and heading for home plate.

Asive pulled one hand from the intanglement, then placed the other to the desk. The index finger of the one still up raised as he spoke.

"The type of power needed at this school to defend the defenceless, or defend yourself."

His middle finger rose to greet its brother as he now spoke again.

"I will provide you with the training and materials you will need to become as powerful as you can, pushing you past any previouse limits to become even stronger than say, Jyo, or Mitsuki."

Then his ring finger raised and thats when things seemed alittle more seriouse.

"The cost would only be that you will let me use your power to aid me in my ambitions if need be."

[Winters]

The Deal

As Jonathan's hand went down, Mr. Asiv's went up. He took a good look at the supervisor, who had summoned him from his class, just to get over here. To offer him a chance for power. Jonathan wasn't on the defense, he was on the attack. Already he pressed the supervisor to yield up three important questions... the first finger went up.

"The type of power needed at this school to defend the defenseless, or defend yourself."

...Something he truly lacked. Foresight was nothing without action. Jonathan's arms folded themselves around him, as he looked at Mr. Asiv, his face always unchanging, but his eyes... a spark of interest... maybe hope?

The second finger rose.

"I will provide you with the training and materials you will need to become as powerful as you can, pushing you past any previous limits to become even stronger than say, Jyo, or Mitsuki."

W-WHAT!?

Training, sure, he expected that.

Materials... re-affirmed some suspicion.

...But past the limits...

Beyond the famous school captain, or even Jyo herself!?

His face didn't even try to hide it. Jonathan's jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes went wide.

And the third...

"The cost would only be that you will let me use your power to aid me in my ambitions if need be."

So that was it. To become a dog of the school, like a dog of the military. His mouth closed, and his eyes returned to their normal composure, but... something different happened this time. The usual stony look on his face... was...

...Was...

...Was accompanied... by a smile.

"...I-I h-have c-conditions, o-of c-course." was the simple response.

"O-One. T-The g-girl n-named C-Calamity S-Scorn a-and h-her k-known f-family c-cannot b-be s-s-s-s-subjugated t-to a-any h-harm, p-physical a-and/o-or e-emotional, b-by y-you, m-me, a-anyone w-who m-might b-be s-serving y-you, o-or b-be i-influenced t-to h-harm h-her. A-And a-all l-loopholes t-to th-this v-verbal a-agreement t-to b-be n-negated. Th-This i-is n-non-n-negotiable."

"...N-No p-point i-in p-power t-to d-defend, i-if th-the th-thing I-I c-care f-for i-is a-attacked b-by m-me, r-right? B-Besides, sh-she'll b-be u-under m-my p-personal p-protection."

The smile lingered on, but... his eyes were cold. He knew what he was getting himself into... but more importantly:

He knew what he wanted.

"Y-You'll h-help m-me f-financially s-start m-my r-restaurant, w-which c-can p-pay y-you 5-15% o-of i-it's r-revenue a-a m-month, a-as p-part o-owner, w-which w-we c-can n-negotiate l-later."

Slowly bending down, he reached into his backpack, to pick up... a hat.

A black hat.

...With a metal skull...

...And iron wings...

A Nazi Death Squad Hat...

The smile dropped away.

"..A-And t-three. Y-You k-keep w-what I-I'm a-about t-to s-show y-you n-next t-to y-yourself..."

* * * * * * * During The Above Posts, In Jonathan's Mind * * * * * * *

'YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS, YOU FUCK! HIM!? GIVE US POWER!? HE WILL NOT EVEN ACCOMMODATE ME, NO HE WILL NOT!'

'Q-Quiet d-down, f-fool.'

'WHAT ABOUT OUR GOALS!? WE WERE TO DESTROY THE SCHOOL! MAKE IT BETTER!'

'W-We c-can d-do th-that w-with o-our n-newfound p-power. W-We'll b-be l-left b-behind, i-in t-terms o-of s-strength b-by J-Jyo, th-that s-stranger y-you f-fought, th-the P-Pillars... e-even th-the s-school c-captain.'

'BUT NOT MR. ASIV OF COURSE. HE WILL HOLD US DOWN.'

'I-It's c-called l-loyalty, y-you p-prick. A-And c-careful th-thinking. Wh-Why w-would h-he w-want t-to g-give u-us p-power, i-if w-we c-couldn't p-promise h-him o-our f-full l-loyalty?'

'...'

'...W-Well?'

'Let me speak to him myzelf.'

'N-No.'

'I will wake up and get us both beat up or killed. You know I'm not lying.'

'...'

'Well?"

'W-Why t-though?'

'...Because this is something we both want. Power. You want to defend Calamity, right? I want my piece of bread here.'

'...F-Fine th-then.'

'SAY MY NAME THEN... WAKE ME UP.'

'T-Then w-wake u-up... w-wake u-up...'

* * * * * * * Present Time * * * * * * *

The hat was raised up, and Jonathan looked at it. Almost mournfully.

Taking the back of it, he slowly slid it on...

And his arms and head went limp, his eyes hidden from view.

"...Who's a-FRAID, of ze big BAD wolf..."

"...Ze big BAD wolf..."

"...Ze BIG BAD wolf..."

"...Who's a-FRAID of ze BIG BAD wolf..."

'Wake up...'






















'THRUSH!'











His hands slammed down on the table, as he leaned over, eyes hidden, large teeth grinning viciously..

"I KNOW ZAT I AM...."

["Thrush"]

The Dark Secret

"Heil, Aufseher." said the German, finished singing.

"...You might notice a difference, right now, ja? I'm not s-s-s-sSTUTTERING like a fuck off, right now.."

A large toothy grin.

Pushing himself off Mr. Asiv's desk, he looked around, arms going about it. "..Nice plaaaace... nice plaaace... Very sexy. I could have hot sex with someone here, and actually brag about it."

In particular, he walked up to the statue. The Martial Artist. He wanted to smack it down, impusively, but right now, he just contented himself, by holding himself back. His right hand shuddering into a fist with excitement.

"...Simple conditions of mine, much easier to accomodate zen that of my uzzer.. softer... annoying fuck off stutter, Jonathan."

He whirled around, eyes still shaded in the black of the hat, fist directed at Asiv.

"YOU VILL ALLOW ME TO FINISH YOUR MISSIONS AS I PLEASE. YOU WILL ALLOW ME TO DO AS I PLEASE IN MY FREE TIME, EVEN FIGHT ZE PILLARS. YOU VILL HIDE ALL CRIMINAL RECORDS THAT I COMMIT WHILE JONATHAN AND I ARE EMPLOYED UNDER YOU, EVEN WHEN NON-RELATED."

The fist lowered down... and the smile grew... suspiciously large.

"...And you vill... make zis school better, under stronger regime. Ve vill be your loyal tools, in zis matter."

His right hand went off, to scratch his chin, as he walked off to the left of the office, pretending to look at the books.

"..I vas planning to destroy zis school. Recreate it to make it stronger. But I like you. I like power. And I do not care to be ze leader anyways.. too much hazzle. I prefer to get my hands very, very dirty. My demands are simple enough zo, ja?"

He looked over to Mr. Asiv again... not even introducing who he was. A small smile taking his face...

259 was starting to look... fun.

[Zack Asiv]

Hmm. Well then he had a few conditions to his loyalty as it where. They didn't seem all that extream, and he knew the young miss he spoke of, not personally, but he finds it a need to know thing about those he wishes to work for him. Which also means their social and/or personal life. But as it where these where reasonable conditions enough, but the last thing he said also perked more of an interest. A black hat was pulled from the boys bag and it was placed apon his head, a metal skull on the front of it, and he seemed to. . . For lack of better words, change. It was almost like on eof the Pillars at the school who was a scitz, except when he changed his entire look changed, hair, faciel and body everything.

Asiv now watched this person, whome he did not know the name of just yet. Walking around the room for a moment before comign to a statue of one of the martial artists. He spoke his own conditions, as it where it seemed Asiv was gaining two for the price of one speech. Yet these new conditions where more simple, they also drew on questions, but everyonehas their own way of going about things.

He allowed it to look as though he where contemplating the answer and stood up. He pulled the medallion out from his posket, and then slid it across the desk. Engraved on it was a pheoinix. He hadn't planned on a second person at this meeting, and only brought one, maybe he should of brought two. Oh well. He opened a drower and pulled out the medallion of a Lion. He reached down to the cooler and pulled out a white can, no label, just a can of liquid.

"The medallions are your and Jonathan's. This drink will also be supplied to you. It's called Brimstone Delta. It increase all your attributes, speed, strength, and intellagence, not to mention foresight. I agree to both of your terms."

((OoC: Brimestone Delta: +2 to all stats, only effective in thread where it was stated to have been drank, or is drank in the thread. Pheonix +4 Con, +5 Str. Lion +6 Wis +3 Dex.))

["Thrush"]

OOC: The body isn't meant to change, the difference in personalities is just meant to be... a difference in the soul. That, and I need to edit both Winter's and Thrush's profiles, so that their bodies are the same. But, it's a minor detail, anyways, so it's cool.

Oh, and apologies for double-ganking you.. ^_^'

Dogs of the Supervisor

"Heil, Aufseher!"

In a somewhat unseen change of character, Thrush raised up his arm in a Hitlergruß (Hitler Salute), right arm raised at an angle of 45 degrees upwards from the chest, towards Mr. Asiv. He remained there, for a few moments, before again looking at him. Why the change? Why suddenly standing upright? His left hand went up to the glasses... and took them off, pocketing them, and stepped forward, went to pick up one of the amulets... when he felt a tinge of power go through his hand. He looked up at Mr. Asiv. So... the amulets were for more then just show. Feeling both... he already found that the Lion was more suited for him. The Phoenix, being Jonathan's preference anyways. He pocketed both of them, and took the can, to his backpack. Why the sudden calmness?

...Because now, as a soldier, he was employed.

And to one knee, he bent down, his head towards the ground. He got to see this man with his own two eyes. Was impressed even more so then even Jonathan.

As a soldier.

"Mein Aufseher... please use me then, zo zat I may help fulfill your goals. Train me zo zat you vill become unchallanged. You have my allegiance, from here on, zen. Jonathan Vinters also has already decided."

Raising his head, he slowly stood up... and looked from under the shade of his hat, his unseeable eyes, looking directly at Mr. Asiv.

"...Thrush, awaiting orders, Aufseher."

He was ready for the training.

He was ready for orders.

He was a dog of the Aufseher.

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

"...Zo zen..."

"Y-Yes. A-Agreed."

"Good. I am liking zis."

"..F-For o-once.. I-I a-agree w-with y-you."

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

Heil Aufseher.

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv grinned as Thrush acted as Asiv as hoping for. This was turning out even better than he at first suspected. He didn't have any orders for them at the moment, but maybe it would be wise to let them get to knwo what they will most likely be doing, so he would send them to their peer in this group of S.H.C.P. He got up and walked over to him like a liutenent colonel inspecting a formation.

"I dont think I have any subjects that need dealing with at the moment. So I would suggest hunting down John Ong. It's about 3rd period now, so he should be in the courtyard making sure the punks near the clock tour stop messing with our young mister Leon. . . We dont want him comign out of retirement."

Of course that last bit was added as a warning to thrush about awaking the Lightning Dragon of 259, that wouldn't be good. Of course as soon as Thrush would leave it would be the start of a whole new generation. As 259 began to tilt in one direction.

["Thrush"]

First Orders

"I dont think I have any subjects that need dealing with at the moment. So I would suggest hunting down John Ong. It's about 3rd period now, so he should be in the courtyard making sure the punks near the clock tour stop messing with our young mister Leon. . . We dont want him comign out of retirement."

"Roger sir. Initiating rendezvous mission with John Ong then."

Kekekekekekekekekekekekekekekeke.

A large grin took to Thrush's face.

"...I zuppose, zen... I bid thee a-do, sir. I hope that my future services... will be beneficial. And that I prove enough to withstand your training."

The wily old Nazi was not just a sex-craved fiend, apparently...

Bowing, waist up, he nodded again, looking Mr. Asiv in the eye, before again, doing a Hitlergruß.

"Heil, Aufseher!"

And with that... he bent over to his backpack.. his head disappearing for a bit, as the hat came off... and the glasses came back on. Standing up, and slinging the backpack onto his shoulder, he walked towards the door.

..About to reach it... but he whirled around.

A smile.

One final salute was cast... and he went through the door.

No longer just as Jonathan Winters, Freshmen.

But a stronger... S.H.C.P.

Now then... To business.