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Post by Mercado on Feb 28, 2007 18:05:11 GMT -8
Yzal stood outside the door of the office belonging that of one by the name of Mr. Asiv. He'd heard a few things around the school about a group known as the S.H.C.P. He didn't know much more besides that. After asking a few students about what that exactly was, he'd wound up with almost as much information as he had started with. What was up with people not answering a simple question. Sure Yzal did come on kinda aggressive when he had told them to tell him what he wanted to know before he beat their face in, but that was only because he thought #259 were tougher than that.
But that was then and this is now, and just about the only thing he could get out of a student, before they'd run screaming in terror for absolutely no reason, was that he should talk to some guy named Mr. Asiv. Now Yzal didn't feel like dealing with a teacher...or dean...or whatever the guy was. He didn't know, his vict-uh...informants hadn't told him that much.
~'So Mr. Asiv....ready or not cause here i come...'~ Thought Yzal as he turned the knob on the door and walked into the office.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Feb 28, 2007 22:36:10 GMT -8
((OoC: Really low quality, conserving energy.))
In his regular chair there say Mr. Zack Asiv. The Supervisor of Public Highschool #259. It had been a while well alittle while since the last person to request a meeting with him had walked through the doro a young man just did. There was nothing special about where he was or what he was doing the room was as normal as ever. (Think Dimir's secret office.)
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Post by Mercado on Mar 1, 2007 16:05:16 GMT -8
"Mr Asiv? Yea, my name is Yzal Corletto, and i was wondering about your S.H.C.P. program."
Yzal spoke in a unsure voice, trying to confirm whether or not this guy was or wasn't who he was looking for. Yzal uncertainly stepped inside the room looking around. For a office ,it was nice.... not to extravagant, but it had some style to it. He wasn't exactly hiding his reason for being there, and besides, if this guy wasn't Asiv, he might help Yzal find who he was looking for.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Mar 3, 2007 11:12:49 GMT -8
"Ah the School Hall Correctional Police program. Yes, well what would you like to know about them exactly?"
Asiv was never one for making himself look nervous when he had suspicions of peoples intentions. He was unsure as to what this boy wanted to knwo about them. And if he planned on becoming one, or going up against them. The boys actions and motives where unknown, which made this slightly difficult, he would have to play the guessing game if it came down to it.
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Post by Mercado on Mar 3, 2007 15:57:26 GMT -8
"I want to join" Yzal said bluntly toward the man.
~'Plain and simple'~ He thought to himself as he stared at the man in front of him. This guy didn't seem like he didn't know what he was doing, so he probably who Yzal was looking for. Yzal thought keeping his responses nice and simple would keep the man from asking questions Yzal didn't want to answer.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Mar 4, 2007 17:54:05 GMT -8
Whats this? A willing participant in the deadly game? Hmmm. . . Theres some hidden motive. . . Some secret reason. . . Oh well Asiv could find out sometime later. This boy would be so addicted to Brimstone by the time Asiv wanted answers that keeping the drink from him would act like a good truth serum, only revursed where you want the injection instead of not knowing you've already had it.
"Alright."
Asiv would reach into a cooler under hsi desk where he kept many cans of the white canned drink called Brimstone Delta. He put it on the table infront of him and slid it across. Along with an Unengravved Medallion.
((OoC: Brimstone Delta: +2 to all stats is only effective if drank in the thread, or stated it being drank beforehand. Unengraved Medallion: +4 Str, + 6 Con.))
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Post by Mercado on Mar 4, 2007 18:09:25 GMT -8
"What is this? Actually i don't care" Yzal said poking the can in front of him.
~Brimstone?~
Yzal quickly smiled as his eyes turned toward the Medallion. He seen a few kids carrying it around, and he rather would have seemed more curious in the necklace than the drink.
"So just what are my responsibilities?" Yzal was being straight with this guy. He wanted to know exactly what was expected of him if he was going to be part of the S.H.C.P. He quickly slipped the necklace over his head and stuck the can into his pocket as he looked back toward the man in front of him.
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Post by Zack Asiv on Mar 5, 2007 14:24:36 GMT -8
Asiv would fo answered the boy, but it seemed he could care less what it was. Which was all that much better in his mind. But then the question of responsabilities, Asiv was happy to answer this question as well, as it wasn't really that big a deal.
"Well other than the occasional mission from me, you will be assigned to stopping violance around the school, and making sure people follow the rules. By any means nessicary."
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Post by Mercado on Mar 5, 2007 14:58:36 GMT -8
Yzal couldn't help but smile slightly at the man's last comment.
"By any means necessary."
Oh, he'd get the job done. Missions? Easy. Yzal didn't really care what he had to do right now. This was just a single step in what he wanted to do. Though it was just a single step, it was one that had to be taken nonetheless.
"You got it sir." Yzal said cheerfully as he did a two finger salute (bringing his index and middle finger to his forehead in a quick up, then down motion) to the man before him. "So am i dismissed?" Yzal said wondering if there was anything else he needed to know or that the man wanted to tell him.
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