A Captain Abroad? (Emil/Open)

[Scene]

Have some music.

Scene sat, looking down at the students who patrolled below him.

He heard the rumors of a boy who had claimed the title of School Captain among the confusion of the riot. Scene wished to meet this man. But a Captain was a hard individual to find among thousands of students. So. Lunch time at 259- kids poured onto the campus. One of them would be the man he hunted for. He dropped from the platform atop the clock tower.

He landed deftly, and lunged forward, planting his hand to the face of an oncoming student, lifting him from his feet and slamming him into the cement. Blood flew from his nose in a violent stream. Students started screaming- but not before he was on the next one, slamming his metal-covered forehead directly into the girls teeth, smashing them out and sending them skittering through the air.

Kids backed up in a wide circle around him.

"I WANT THE CAPTAIN! SCHOOL CAPTAIN! NOW!"

Some kids took off, others started cracking their knuckles.

Good.

Would keep him entertained until the man arrived.

[Emil~♟]

Emil had recently found a brilliant spot on campus to nap, a grand Oak Tree that towered over all others in the courtyard. Where the base of it's roots found ground, that's where you'd find him. There was peace of mind even when such a new title laid a heavy burden upon him. Emil was not one to weigh others own personal crosses, but he'd walk his way through the valley and up to his Golgotha... Breaking as many skulls in the process. His own agenda was not to be taken off course, with too much that lay ahead of him. The thought of his father angered him, but the tree seemed to console him. It was a beautiful catastrophe and Emil was right in the center of it all. Before he delved deeper in thought, a scream. Several screams, actually. Emil's eyes would creep open to find some masked freak bringing about a chaos almost unnecessary, all the while shouting for him. Raising himself from the seated position under the Oak Tree, Emil would begin his trek towards the individual, twitching with irritation. Normally, Emil would go towards the fight anyway, but the fact was that this guy annoyed him. Interrupting his think/nap period was definitely one would wish to avoid when interacting with our buddy here.

Whoa you better blow the whistle, ring your bell~
Train a little harder than you can, you ever will~
You need to think fast, this is the person here you see will be your last

The annoyance was clear in his eyes, but Emil would take the time to set the kid in place. What the student body would realize soon is that they'd best get in line or get driven into the fucking ground. Believe you-me, Emil had all the time in the world to teach this masked insect this. If there is anything one should realize about the Ankari family, they will relish in your suffering. These sadist wannabes were mere flies compared. The students running were scattering left and right, trying to avoid the scene of the crime. This wasn't for their safety, Emil was bored and needed something to play with. This fool would suffice for now. Closing the distance now, Emil would roll back his shoulders and prep himself for whatever come his way.

"Well, you've got him, boy-o."

There was a pause, Emil tilting his head to the side, scanning the individual up and down before speaking up once more.

"Ahhh~ A clown? Are you today's entertainment? Because if not... You best crawl back into whatever hole you came out of."

Get a doctor or a priest, not an animal~
I'm a fucking beast~
You need to start runnin'~
Youre standin on the tracks and the train is comin'~

Emil would smirk and hope for an answer from this guy before he got to pound through that pathetic excuse for a mask, exposing the freak before crucifying him.

You need a miracle~

[Scene]

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Scene stopped his stampede, doubling over in laughter as the man called him a clown. This boy was the Captain? Self proclaimed- of this he was now sure. He giggled a little before stepping forward, the crowd parting as he tilted his head a little to the left.

"Hi. My name is Scene. I'm your new Pillar."

His words were calm, collected, and spoken with a grin. He wore a red T-shirt with simple blue jeans, all the dress of a casual student, except for the mask wrapped around his skull. He didn't know the boys name, nor did he care. What mattered were his words. Y'see, Scene had plans- in the future. This was a short term one, but wasn't necessary. It would certainly make things more convenient, but not necessary. Of course, the male before him, however "cocky", wouldnt like his alternative. Still, all of those things and thoughts would be inside his own head, as he grinned happily, waiting for a response.

[Emil~♟]

"Ah... You must be the entertainment. Cause' that's one hell of a joke."

Emil would mask his annoyance with a bit of chuckling himself. This had to be some kind of joke, this pathetic excuse of whatever had no idea what it was messing with. The School Captain composed himself, a great grin plastered across his face. What most didn't realize about Emil was that he possessed a special gift, a mess of trouble for anyone on the receiving end of it. Every human being on earth had energy output, most not even aware of it, while others having the ability to harness said-energy. Not only could Emil sense/find it, he could shut them off. Shutting them off in the sense that every output had the capability of being valved shut. Scene's Qi points were relatively interesting, though. He had become used to a certain standard of what to expect, Scene had strong points and weak points littered throughout his system. Seconds would go by and Emil had already placed himself four moves ahead of the clown, a physical checkmate of sorts. The smirk of confidence did not waver, he simply narrowed his glare and spoke up again.

"Ya see, I have plans. An agenda of sorts... And said-agenda has no room for games which is clearly what you're all about. I have my pillars selected, a jester not one of them."

He would pause, right hand rising to run through his hair. The left hand hung loose in his pocket. A moment of silence in the campus would pass and with that, Emil pulled his right hand from it's elevated state and point. He pointed slightly above the solar plexus, off to the right. From the looking eye, it was an odd point if spotted. Hell, he was a fucking gentlemen, why not give the clown a bit of heads up.

"Now. If you value the ability to breath without an apparatus of some sort... You'd best turn around with your tail between your legs and walk away from this. I rarely give options to dead men, but hey, I'm in somewhat of a decent mood. You made me laugh, I let you live? Fair trade, ja?"

His eyes did not waver. The man in the iron mask would be best following the order. Emil didn't like repeating himself and guaranteed not as kind originally. The crowd hushed and cries for blood echoed through the courtyard, Emil ignored them. The next move was all on the clown.

((OoC: Btw, the Qi hasn't been activated. It's just sensory of sorts, not so much Emil being ready to shut off the Qi valve whenever he felt like it.))

[Scene]

"Captain..hehe...plans...haha... You took advantage of a moment when none could dispute your claim- most probably didn't even hear you cry it out. Most, i say, because some obviously heard and therefore have taken to calling you a Captain." He swung his arms up behind his head, as though relaxing. "Not that i don't give some measure of respect to such an act. Your opportunistic. Its fascinating." He giggled at the hand that directed its finger at his chest. "Well...Captain. Being that you will be my superior in the coming days, i'll offer you a bit of advice." He tilted his head a little to the left. "Don't try any of your fancy abilities on me. It will only hurt you, in the end."

He would look around a moment at the students gathered round him, making sure all of them were watching.

"If you wish, i will leave."

And with that, unless stopped, he would turn around like a dog with its tail between its legs, skipping away while whistling without any concern or care in the world. It would be rather strange... a very cowardly move, for Scene. To do what the man said, after basically calling his title empty...just to walk away? Oh yes...mighty cowardly indeed. So many people gathered around, watching, waiting, looking forward to a battle between this...new School Captain and the rather twisted Scene. But the masked man had his own vast agenda. You see, what everyone thought and expected and what actually ran through the mind of madness were complete opposites.

Whether some would know it or not- he got what he came for.

[Emil~♟]

"Captain..hehe...plans...haha... You took advantage of a moment when none could dispute your claim- most probably didn't even hear you cry it out. Most, i say, because some obviously heard and therefore have taken to calling you a Captain."

Scene went on to say something else about him being opportunistic. Interrupting him, Emil was quick to answer the harlequin's taunt, his retort concise and supported the idea of him maiming anyone who interfered with his agenda.

"Ah, yes. Claiming the title was fairly easy. It'll only took one steel chair to the back of some idiot SLF member. And let me inform you of this, my dear Pierrot, if you continue to find yourself in my way..."

Emil would smirk, using the pointed finger to fall on the crowd that had just recently surrounded them.

"You will find yourself just another portion of fodder that will be left in my wake."

Just as he finished, Scene had decided to take the offer of retreat, but not without sputtering some jab at him.

"Don't try any of your fancy abilities on me. It will only hurt you, in the end."

Emil couldn't help but smirk at the thought of Scene thinking he had the upper hand the entire time. Before as Emil had scanned the boy up and down, the immense build up of Qi output in Scene's extremities was visible. It was clear he had some form of Qi that could inflict massive injury if in close quarters. Scene's threat only confirmed his assumption, causing a fit of laughter to roll out of the School Captain. Emil had no intention of getting close to Scene, the idea of it was almost laughable. If his laughter did not gain Scene's attention, Emil would call for him. A confident grin eased his laughter. When he turned around to face School Captain, Emil would pull his left hand out of his pockets, fingers gripping a small item as he raised it into Scene's view.

Most Qi-users, no matter how experienced, had the ability to channel small amounts of energy into object. It's one of the first skills learned when training. The object in question, being an aluminum ball-point pen. There was a bit of weight to it, but enough so that when thrown it would have connected with the sweet spot. The spot he had pointed to before, slightly to the high left of the sternum was one that connects the lungs to the receiving end of the trachea. The Qi-infused pen if thrown properly and caught the area targeted, would have temporarily valved the source shut. If the object were even a little bit off course and caught another part of his body, god only knows what would have happened. It could range from shutting down a certain motor function to seizing his heart for a few minutes. Emil and Scene were relatively close, only separated by a few yards. Pen in hand, Emil would speak up once again.

"...you would have a blinked and woke up to find yourself on a stretcher."

[Scene]

Scene stopped, turning to expose his entire body to the body. Of course, he was wound tightly upstairs. Ready to move at the blink of a muscle. The Captain was eager for more than just tea and crumpets. Scene tilted his head a little left, looking at the boy, before looking down at the childs feet, ignoring the possible weapon clasped in the males fist. He gave a grunt of admiration from deep in his throat.

"Nice shoes."

He glanced back at his own, which were white. A couple of thoughts came to mind at that moment. Make the Captain bleed all over his white shoes, then steal the Captains shoes and walk a mile in them just to see why everyone is so eager about stating that you should walk a mile in another persons sneakers to know how they feel. Of course, during this entire thought process, he was completely,silent, and would be staring down at the shoes, eyes seemingly out of focus. What one saw could be decieving though. Scenes muscles, though relaxed, were fine tuned to strike, like a viper. He hoped the Captain would get pissed and do so. He would let out a sigh and look back up at the man.

"You know, Captain.." Should the man have started leaving, Scene would walk just behind him, a little to the left while he spoke. If the male remained, so would he. "You remind me of a man i once met, a very long time ago. Egotistical, direct. Its so...boring." He smiled. "Then again, what would a clown know?" He would look down and, if Emil had stayed put, would spit on his shoes. If emil was walking, he would follow the man until he stopped, THEN would spit on his shoes.

"Your shoes aren't so nice anymore, Captain."