Distance (Unfettered)

[Shin]

The drole sound of the engine turning in place behind metal gears and sockets would do only justice to the situation. Cold eyes placed behind thick rimmed glasses staring idly at a neat set of words crossed into a neat novel. The spine held in place be equally cold hands spread widely across its back much like a spider stretching out to consume its prey. Roaring across timescapes were the war games the reader was quite fond of; the actions of such a character as Ender reminded him so much of a character he wanted to play, timid, aggressive, even excessively violent as the pages went on telling of a mirrored world of emotion and thoughtless motions.

"Sir we've landed you have to depart now."

Words in an empty wasteland as the wistful eyes traveled up into a canyon of flesh kneeling over his table spot, the curly red vineyards cascading over such tresses and warming the very cold area. With a soft nitch the cold man would incline to lower his book a few inches taking to examine not the mounds before him but what lie beyond. The barren wasteland so to speak, empty seats and the last of the ones still remained escaping from the levetating bird's skull. Their blue suits all matching, each performing the same curtness to dip their hats in acknowledgment of one another's good job and wishing farewell.

"Sir?"

Reattaining intrest in the rouge haired lass he'd linger upwards, pinching his cheek with cold white teeth to show he was alive the response was met with purple hues.

"..."

Towering upwards from his rooted place it'd exit in moments not giving the woman time to adapt as all the fluidity motioned onwards and off the plane leaving her in a steadfast sort of shock. Flipping his hand upwards the man would continue reading, walking as if the third eye truly existed guiding his path till reaching the street side.

"Public High School #259."

Livid Amethyst hues lurching from the pages into the rear view with a tugging 'grin' at his cheeks perking only millimeters going entirely unnoticed otherwise.

* * *

The yellow cab would halt but meters from the curb, jerking like a bull in a china shop ignorant of its cargo, though the man hadn't carried baggage with him seeing as he was only her for a singular reason. He'd sound his approach as dully as any other student entering these halls, tall and prdominant expecting tirades of attention yet recieving none. No one here knew him and there was truly no other way of making that much more present than the stereotypical assault against the walls but he'd refrain from such notions.

He'd stop though, at the base of the stairs, eyes level at the top where one would be. Bold blondish figure with a steady grin on his face. Predictably a fight would be expected but with such a casted gaze it was like Shin was looking right through the boy.

"The strongest, bring me the strongest."

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Be wary if you are using the gray background. It may be difficult to read the following to its full intent. I can adjust the writing style if need be.

Bitter Obligations

"How subjective."

A boy behind a boy---not the "strange" newcomer, of course. Of course, when asked in such a frightening mannerism, followed up by a deep, thrusting accent behind him, the freshmen bolted to the side before the tall enigmatic fellow to give way to tall, slightly less enigmatic German.

This German, by rights, was the one hypocritically titled as "Unfettered." Whether by self-proclamation out of sheer arrogance or another inane tale or by spread of word as a description to his persona, the origin of the title in itself would mean little to a stranger with no awareness of the person before him. ---Just the way "Unfettered" liked it.

The fellow of mysterious properties was greeted by this German. There was a low bow to stomach height and a sweeping of hand to the German's waist, "Unfettered's" hand curled slightly with no sign of aggression, while his thumb flicked playfully at the creases in his gnarled hands. Long, white hair flowed over the German's face as he bowed, barely hiding his closed eye as the contact made his lash irritated, covering the Nazi eye-patch completely---for a moment. What remained consistent, however, was the playful smile that locked away secrets and betrayed none and all. It was this set of teeth, framed lightly by the scarred, peach-hued lips that was the first thing to greet the fellow as the German erected himself up from the bow.

[OOC: The above hit a word count of 259. Continuing:]

Long, sinewy arms reached into the pockets of the German as he stood up, slightly hunching his head forward with his persisting smile. These arms, to the common layman may have appeared strange in color... and rightly so; So many scars had been accumulated on it that it had become a bit unsightly, whereupon the German had taken it upon himself and his small crew to apply a light layer make-up to mildly cover up the constant show of pains the German had accumulated over the years. His torso was covered tightly by a short-sleeved white shirt that clung to him, a black belt barely appearing underneath while strapping a thick layer of comfortable blue jeans to his legs, his feet covered in regular black sneakers from Nike's.

The German held on his person no particular items of empowerment---just a water bottle in his back pocket that pushed out obstinately in its constriction. Although... in the many doorways of the hallway these two occupied, were various students... some of whom may or may not have contained some of his more closer allies who would be able to obtain access to such equipment for the German, should he call for it---and this rarely was the case.

---Not as a show of confidence. "Unfettered" was far too absent from 259 with his other projects to weigh upon what sort of presence he should hold there.

But because...

...

The smile resisted the flow of time and remained in those thirty-seven seconds.

"Ze physically most capable? Ze von vith ze most output of explosive power? Ze von who vields ze most influence over ze area? Ze most intelligently capable? Ze von vith ze most control and knowledge over their own powers?"

Pursing his lips delicately for a show of dramatics as he backed up a foot or two from the fellow in front of him, "Unfettered's" thumbs clung to the edges of his pockets, while his fingers tapped in a rising and falling crescendo against the blue jeans. Even pursed lips remained smiling lips, however, and "Unfettered" accented this with an even more obvious tilt of his head to the left side by about six degrees, his chin remaining as a perfect pivot point.

...The Nazi eye-patch present for the fellow to see and cast his own judgments upon.

Four seconds.

"Ich could lead you to Leon Sudeki - Lightning Dragon. Gabriel Seran. Matthew Amtrum. Mr. David Blaze. A various slew of individuals, should you catch their eye and notice them. Ze silent one. A man who desires chaos. A girl with violet eyes. A Japanese rebel whose ideals question the very foundation of corporal punishment. A man with all the perfect qualities but no character or anything worth noting."

Seven seconds.

"Unfettered" had casually shifted his upper back to a more upright position, ceasing to slouch. The right eye of the German shimmered with what could be perceived as nostalgia, amusement, regret, apathy, or...

...Or...

The smile never stopped as the German continued to walk a few steps diagonally of the fellow, making for a three degree shift of the fellow at a four foot radius. If the fellow's facing point could be considered the perfect 90 degrees and his sides were the full 180 degrees, his right side being both the 0 degree and the 360 degree, then "Unfettered" now stood at 93 degrees, with a four foot distance, before the German matched up his face with the fellow's.

Or.

"...Or you could settle for someone like me.~"

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OOC Note(s):

• "Unfettered's" Statistics Currently Not Revealed.

[Shin]

"Ze physically most capable? Ze von vith ze most output of explosive power? Ze von who vields ze most influence over ze area? Ze most intelligently capable? Ze von vith ze most control and knowledge over their own powers?"

The dialect would turn an ear of curiosity, if but only for a moment, the slight influx of curiosity alight to the ideal of others of strange backgrounds that almost seemed most present in places of extreme conflict. With a battered sense Shin would take to the man with curiosity of such insight. True, by all measures these were standards of might in one way or another Shin thought to wrap his own knuckles for being so naive in this moment and not specifying his standards but would hesitate to have that very sentiment reflect on his cold unwavering features.

Rather now he'd incline his body towards the man shirking the right shoulder towards the school like a lazily directed arrow while the left remained steadfast in its pressence, not very much could be said about his counter. In Shin's opinion he could almost comment on the laziness of it all, the laxness of perhaps a foe gone undaunted by others to the point he performed such public feats projected out of his own vanity.

The shift to his head revealing the emblematic eye patch hoisting the imagry of Nazi Germany's third Reich. A Nazi, how...humorous. Shin would break character budging forth a smile, if you could call it that. The curvatures of his cheeks lifting but small millimeters showing only a brief instance of those warm fuzzy feelings quickly doused as you would drown a great many kittens.

"Ich could lead you to Leon Sudeki - Lightning Dragon. Gabriel Seran. Matthew Amtrum. Mr. David Blaze. A various slew of individuals, should you catch their eye and notice them. Ze silent one. A man who desires chaos. A girl with violet eyes. A Japanese rebel whose ideals question the very foundation of corporal punishment. A man with all the perfect qualities but no character or anything worth noting."

His question going answered and yet still remaining silent for the moment to hear the boy out having yet to point out that any of the names were his own, unless by the final vain remark he'd incline that he himself was of course the strongest be it by influence or sheer strength itself. He'd be rewarded in his waiting by the motion of the Nazi's upright position coming out of its lazy depths into something more aspirable. The boy slowly, very slowly making an approach. The walking pace very coy in its mannerisms but of course to judge this motion off the bat as an aggressive one could condemn Shin to his own naive demise. A bat of his own eye lids fearlessly in the instance shirking the ideal of getting struck in the instance.

"...Or you could settle for someone like me.~"

The invitation was there, just a few feet away this instance and Shin could quell his thirst for a foe, but was there a thing to be gained in such an act. Shin saw only one. Predominantly stacking his own ego. A quality of his brother, his father, but not his own. Hands dangled at his sides brushing the hilt of the blade at his waste for but a moment only to receed back to their resting places. A deep breath of the chilled air and he'd calmly look up at the boy once more noting that at this distance he took on much more the appearance of a man if it weren't for his casual attire.

"And what do you have to offer?"

Cold response undaunted, the only subtext being that inferred by the hearer.

["Unfettered"]

In A Time...

"And what do you have to offer?"

Smile.

"A history."

"Unfettered's" fingers gave an abrupt tapdown on his jean's pockets on the outside, one-by-by, rising and falling in a wave, thumbs keeping the hands hooked in.

---

"DROP IT!"

*CRASH*

The ceiling spat out a long, black shadow, cracking open with debris and dust falling to the hallway ground. The thin, black thing penetrated down, thrusting itself halfway into the floor between the two figures, a perfect two feet radius. A halfway marker to the four feet...

...Purpose?

The German's feet were quickly traveling along the lines of the circumference of the two foot radius of the sword to the left, his hair seemingly blocking out his entire face except for his smile. "Unfettered's" upper body never facing away, his legs keeping firm but slightly bent at a maximum 85-degree angles at the knees. Those two, long fingers maintained their position at the pockets at the German deviated away from the circumference of the circle a horizontal two feet---right next to a classroom door.

Smiling.

The dust cleared away from the black thing between "Unfettered" and the stranger, revealing itself to be a 5-shaku (59.65 inches) long, heavy bokken. There was no added grip to the hilt to provide any ease for a wielder's fingers, no etchings, only a slight indention made to show the obvious part of where the "blade" of the bokken was. Buried 29.825 inches into the hallway ground, the space around it seemed to be heavy, ala Excalibur style.[/i]

"An Ambition."

"Unfettered's" smile only grew, those his eye remained hidden beneath the many strands of white hair before his face. It was as though the German was challenging the boy in front of him to pull out "the sword in the stone."

...

From the stairwell, the German had made with his distance a good lengths back into the hallway prior to, situating himself by the classroom door.

Meanwhile, the German's left hand would prop itself onto the knob of the door, turning it and pushing it slightly ajar. It wasn't quite as aggressive as the stranger may be looking forward towards... but, the ever curious smile lingered as the German made a point of changing their positions and the vital points of their environment.

Retreating?

Not likely. But...

...

...Always smiling.

"Kekeke..."

[Shin]

[ooc: Apologies if I have your movements confused]
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A cold, even bored looking expression would peer out from Amethyst hues taking upon the quick and aggressive looking motions with little more interest than a businessman in New York would take in looking towards an ant on the sidewalk. Shin was however keeping track as the boy resigned his ground and the appearance of a heavy bokken drew from the stage above impacting upon the ground as opposed to having been used upon him as was the intended purpose of a blade. The only confusion now remained was, why the impact of a blade in such a useless fashion otherwise showing off its formation in an exaggerated manner. Perhaps simply dramatics and scare tactics, the likes of which he'd seen on any battlefield. Perhaps he was not inclined to make frontal assaults. Perhaps he was simply as his frame of speech led Shin to incline. The boy was mad. Insanity in itself nonthreatening to a trained eye but in the haste of negligence very potent a threat. Something of which Shin didn't want to fall prey to as his position remained unchanged hindering on the moment.

"A history you say?"

History of all things was important, for just as history turned pages it was also repeated, time and time again it couldn't be stopped from changing unless human nature in itself changed with it. Which of all was unlikely, in turn that favored the prepared and but of course the poised and intelligent sort.

"Care to elaborate?"

His voice dull at the potential of a challenge, his body remaining unfavorably as it kept to the position outside hands wavering at his sides still not itching towards the blade he cast at his side although figuring that if blades were drawn he'd be swifter. To fight against shin in a match of pure speed and anticipation was like fighting the wind, one needed to know him far better than they knew themselves to have any chance in battle.