How soon is now? [Open]

[Emil~♟]

Even if you want, you can't touch me now~
Leave me if you want, you can't hurt me now~

You know that old saying; "It's not about the destination, it's about the journey"? Emil couldn't disagree more with it, his agenda's progress being nothing more than a burden to the final product. His parents had decided to up and move again, this time with a little bit of Emil's influence in mind. They were aware of his growing curiosity, his obsession with figuring out his past that his move almost felt necessary. They were aware that his biological father had, at one point, spent large sum of time here in this part of the west coast. Bearing this in mind, the move was more an obligation than out of sheer normal business. Emil wished he could be grateful, wished he could show them the slightest bit of thanks, but the growing concern was that this might be another dead end just like the last two moves. John C. Fremont High and PHS #774, the idea of them just annoyed him. Annoyed him to the point where he might have to take his frustration out on next poor jackass that decided to look at him the wrong way.

Public High School #259, he had done his research, the study work on this place's history. Quite a long resume of able-bodied and skilled fighters. He scoffed at this idea, seeing as the last two school's said the same thing. Choosing to walk to school today, Emil would have time to think of how to take this 'new' experience... But before he knew it, the gates of the cesspool were already in front of him. A quick sigh would escape his lips and Emil would enter, making his way through the unoriginal courtyard and into the main building. He would go to pick up his schedule down the hallway in the office, but not without noticing the certain stares following him. They weren't typical 'new kid, lets beat him up' glares, but rather analytical. Tracing his body up and down, like some people already knew who he was before he met them.

(Build them up) High and strong so you'll never have to hurt too long~
(Put them up) Til' they surround and there's no real you left to be found~
(Hold it up) High above no fear of hope or trust or love~
(Close it up) And hold your ground and wait until it's time to finally close it down~

Shrugging it off, merely has nothing he could honestly help, Emil would truck on down to the office. Opening the large wooden door into the reception area, he would notice the secretary clearly buried in whatever work she had on her desk. Between them a large oak desk, Emil would tower over, finally pronouncing himself with an exaggerated cough so she would take notice. The blonde bombshell/bimbo secretary went to look up with a snarky look when there eyes finally caught. There was a gasp and Emil stood rather befuddled, genuinely confused by the reaction.

"C-c-can I... Can I help... you?"

Emil was taken back by the studdering, but responded rather harshly. Thinking it was merely his height throwing her off, but it honestly wasn't that uncommon here, was it?

"Uhh... Yeah. Schedule pick-up. Emil... Emil Ankari."

She then gulped, hard. Out of pure shock and fear. Like, her ideas wound up proving themselves to be truth. The terrified secretary threw papers, dug through draws, finally finding a manila folder and handing it to the young man. Emil, still utterly confused, pulled it from her grip lightly and turned to walk away.

These people are fucking freaks... That situation just requires me to get a bogey break in before class or I might have to kill somebody.

Walking back out the courtyard, Emil's frustration began to peak with the stare session resuming after his exit from the office. Pulling out a pack of Marlboro Reds, Emil fumbled and pulled a cigarette to his lips. Waiting til' he got outside, he pulled out his lighter next and lit it. With one strong inhale, he went to find himself the closest seat.

"God knows this will be interesting."

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew was ready for today. Since he had gotten out of the Correctional Facility he had been building up a network. A network of informants instructed to pass along information that would be useful to him. Useful being left up to each individual to find out and decide. He didn't want to spell it out to them, because the more instructions one gave the less freedom it gave, and people did better when they could make judgement calls. However he did give guidelines and one of those was interesting people.

Given how some of the graduates of the school were nearly legendary and he received small dossiers on new students now and then it was no surprise when the file on Emil came to his attention. Well, it was a surprise that Emil existed at all to Mathew, but now knowing that he did it was no surprise that this individual would be marked as interesting. After all the name "Ankari" was one Mathew knew all to well, though he had never expected the bastard to have children.

He had to feel a little sorry for the kid, there was no way him and his biological Father could have a normal healthy relationship. But then again, those were overrated. Mathew had never had one in his life.

Today was the day that he was arriving at his new school, and today was the day that he would meet Mathew Amtrum, the man who might very well turn out to be his new best friend in the city. Providing that their interests ran across a similar course. He had sent one of his messengers to track down the boy, not instructing him on how dangerous the boy might be. That was up to the messenger to decide for himself, whether or not to approach with caution.

Emil would find himself approached by a freckle faced Red head. Not imposing in the slightest bit, but one of Mathew's newest messengers. One that was on a test run. He would arrive in front of the new transfer just about the time he was lighting up his cigarette.

"E-excuse me. Mr. Ankari?" He asked with a nervous glance around, his fingers bridging together out of nervousness at being asked to approach some stranger with instructions, something that could very well turn out to be dangerous.

"I have a message from a-a Mr. Amtrum. He wishes to speak with you under the Maple tree next to the clocktower in the courtyard." He said with a nervous stammer waiting to see if the kid would go or if Mathew would have to tell him that the kid refused to see him.

Should he decide to go he would see Mathew Amtrum leaned against the tree, his back to the clock tower and his eyes toward the building, so that he would be able to see Emil coming. His arms folded over his chest and an outfit of dull green over his body. A Green Trench Coat and Green pants that were complimented by combat boots. All of which was obviously well used.

He would be greeted by Mathew pushing himself up from the tree and his arms falling to his side, before one rose offering the tall young man a handshake. A small smile on his lips and a calculating gleam in his eyes as he spoke.

"Greetings, Mr. Ankari right? My name is Mathew Amtrum, and I believe I knew your Father." He said awaiting to see what this Emil would do.

[Emil~♟]

Emil would find himself on the steps leading down to the courtyard and found a moment of peace for him to enjoy his cancer. For most smokers, inhaling was there peace... Emil was different. The exhale was the most important, the plume of death exiting his body made the habit, like he was almost trying to suck his soul back to whence it came. It never worked, but it was the idea that mattered. Nothing else. Before he could move on to other pressing matters, another insect had decided to coax him into conversation. There was a soft growl as the small red headed boy tapped his shoulder, Emil clearly not in the mood for whatever the ginger was about to bring to the table.

"E--excuse me, Mr Ankari?"

And there it was, no response. Emil's eyes fall on the small freckled boy, just showing him an ounce of interest for him to continue. After all, he did know his name... How much trouble could this be?

"I have a message from a-a Mr. Amtrum. He wishes to speak with you under the Maple tree next to the clocktower in the courtyard."

The moment he was given the location, our intrigued HERO had taken his gaze off the messenger. There was someone under that tree, thought covered by so much shade, Emil couldn't help but squint and try to see who it was. Lifting himself from the steps, his feet would quickly make their way towards the caller. There was something a little off about this. Not all to sure what, Emil couldn't help but push himself forward into the fray of what could possibly be danger. Still in a relaxed composure, he never gave off the impression of being on his guard. Gaining on the person, Emil quickly grabbed what he could of the individual. Caucasian male, clearly older, strong body build, green apparel head-to-foot. In seconds, they were feet apart from each other, Emil's gaze leaving just enough to trace enough movement from the man in case of danger.

The boy would go to shake his hand. Emil, though on guard, was still a gentleman and met his grip with his own. Keeping a strong footing, Emil could see he was just off of leaning position.

"Greetings, Mr. Ankari right? My name is Mathew Amtrum, and I believe I knew your Father."

There was a quick change of atmosphere, Emil hadn't even said a word and the guy had dropped one of the biggest bombs off in his head. His gaze went from confused to focused in almost seconds, the tension changed and Emil did what would only come natural to someone in his position. Pulling the boy's hand forward, he'd gain a strong grip on his forearm and push him back onto the tree. His other arm rose to come up under his collar-bone, in a pinning motion. Though determined, the anger in our lovely Emil's eyes had come out in full force. He had to think on this situation... If the guy was lying, the latter would not enjoy what would follow. If it was truth, there was no doubt in his mind he'd get as much information out of him as possible.

"Ooooh~?"

He paused, a light growling following afterward.

"Please, do tell."

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew hated to say it, but he wasn't surprised when he ended up pinned against the tree. He really was Faust's kid. Violence was met head on, and problems were solved the same way. Not to say the kid was unintelligent, if anything it showed that he was smart. To a degree. He recognized that in the current state of the world violence and force was the most efficient means to get what one needed. However, it was foolish to show your buttons so quickly to an unknown variable.

Mathew was apparently unphased by the prospect of the larger boy pinning him against his meeting tree. Instead the green eyes of his turned to amusement as a smile started to crack on his face. He was pleased with how many strong willed prospects there were. How many people to mold and shape. It was the potential building blocks for a solid foundation.

"Faustus Darien Ankari."

Mathew said simply. He wasn't just pulling this kid's leg. He knew his Dad. He knew his Dad better than most people did. With a few very notable exceptions of course. Two of which would have been Ark and Anja. Though those were not the only ones on the list of those that knew Faust better than he.

"We knew each other from New York. Not exactly friends, but we fought more than once and developed a sense of mutual respect. If I do say so myself." Mathew said, his tone showing no fear, nothing but a calm assurance. He would meet the kid's eyes, showing him that he was not afraid of him, even if the situation currently appeared to be against Mathew's favor.

"Now if you would like to talk to me like an adult you can let me go and we can talk. After all that is why I sent for you, so we could exchange words." He said, putting his cards on the table. If the kid wanted a fight then Mathew would dance with the best of them, but he would not say one more word about Faust until this kid let him go and behaved. They were not animals after all.

[Emil~♟]

"Faustus Darien Ankari."

The words basically fell out of his pinned acquaintance's lips, truth in arms reach, quite literally. The sudden jerk in emotion had caused him to think this through, though. Sure, he knows his name. You fucking google the name 'Ankari' and his father was really the first to pop up. There was nothing ever solid enough to fall on and just because this guy knew that didn't mean anything. Then before Emil could even respond, the Mathew spoke up once more.

"We knew each other from New York. Not exactly friends, but we fought more than once and developed a sense of mutual respect. If I do say so myself."

Friends...?

"..."

It was starting to fall in place, the information at least. This Mathew seemed to actually have his facts right... With that being the case, Emil had to get as much out of this situation as possible. There was no hesitation, just a loosening of grip. Emil would keep a solid fix on this guy, trying to pump as much information out of him as possible being in such a poor physical predicament.

"Now if you would like to talk to me like an adult you can let me go and we can talk. After all that is why I sent for you, so we could exchange words."

Well, there goes that plan. In terms of having his shit together, Emil had to give Mathew a certain amount of respect. There was no playing games with this. There was a reason he had called him here to talk, violence clearly not on the agenda. Emil's agenda? It required anything and anyone to see the end result. The tension of the situation, though still apparent, had given Emil the impression that this physical altercation was unnecessary. Loosening his grip, Emil would compose himself in a way that was to be all ears for his current informant. There was no need to be on the edge of his seat, a happenstance of this caliber needed to be treated with the right amount of respect. Mathew had earned it to an extent, so Emil felt almost obligated to see this through.

"You can imagine my surprise that my first day in this place and to find certain information I've searched years... It's no excuse, but you have my apologies."

Sighing softly, Emil continued whilst shaking the rest of his frustration out of his system.

"Well, Mr. Amtrum... You have my ears."

[Mathew Amtrum]

Once Emil had let go of him Mathew would take a moment to straighten his coat and shift his weight. It seemed that his words had an effect on the young man. Faust was the key to controlling his son, and judging by the kid's actions and words he was interested in knowing about Faust, or hearing about him. It was then possible that he didn't know his dad. His Dossier said that he was living with foster parents.

"Apology accepted. And trust me when I say that this is what I do. So I will level with you. As you have already guessed I know who you are and I know about you. I will tell you what you want to know about Faust to the best of my abilities. That is free, a token of goodwill. However, I am starting a group and if you are anything like your Father you would be a huge asset. In exchange for your help and loyalty, I will do everything I can to help you find Faust, for whatever reasons you may have."

He said bluntly. He was putting his cards on the table, he was showing this kid that he did have an agenda, but not a hidden one. If he was alright with that fact then they would be able to forge a lasting relationship and partnership. If he could not accept that Mathew, like anyone else had an agenda then he would be free to go on his way and Mathew would still give him what information he could, as it was a token of goodwill. The choice now belonged to the young Emil and Mathew would await his reply.