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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 19, 2011 3:25:35 GMT -8
Process Thinking back on it now... "Unfettered's" actions brought much... reflection on his current standing of the now.
Keke.
A thought... for another time.
The "survey selection" process was nowhere near random, but it was indeed massive. It kept the German on his feet a good majority of the day and earned him many bruises on his arms. Pain of progress. Something he could smile to himself over at the day's end.
After the morning combat practice with Tai (who thankfully was not cooking breakfast that morning), Marina, "Green" and Dora, the German only had time enough to wear about him his typical attire: White t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers, Nazi eye-patch and his hair tied back into a pony-tail with a bit of oil on it as a pre-emptive measure.
...And his "Ambition," which he kept "sheathed" on his belt loop on his left hip.
A plank of wood. He was also keeping a plank of wood tucked underneath his right armpit.
Needless to say, the German drew the attention of many people that day. However... there was no "Emil" around nor any faculty that cared enough to actually stop him.
Skipping class for a majority of the day until lunch time, the German walked around, hands filled with a stack of survey papers, pens, and a clipboard. Finding himself in the cafeteria, the German went onto smiling politely and asking around, making for the continuation of processing his surveys---when a fight broke out in the cafeteria.
Five tables over, the fight began seemingly out of nowhere and over nothing. A small, black, nerdy-kid with a velcro vest was hammering away at a huge, white jock who apparently didn't know the basics of fighting. It was a nice stereotype reversal, but the German stared at it with a completely neutral look on his face. A smile failed to illicit its presence on "Unfettered's" face.--- |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 19, 2011 12:19:24 GMT -8
Perched in the farthest back corner of the cafeteria, sat a lone figure dressed in what could only be described as traditional Japanese clothing. An umanori hakama and kimono with an indigo haori, black Japanese sandals, and his blade strapped to his back. His arms resting on top of his knees, Kazuya kept to himself and minded his own business, he didn't need to draw any further attention upon himself. This however, certainly didn't apply to the others in the cafeteria. A good distance away from him, a fight broke out out of nowhere, a nerd beating the shit out of a jock who clearly had no knowledge of the basics of fighting. A stoic look on his face, Kazuya's watched the fight purely out of boredom, his piercing and intense hawk eyes peering from behind his specialized eyepiece.
This school had changed. Those that Kazuya had known from back then, were no longer here, having either left for good, or just plain graduated. Everyone here, was a new face to Kazuya, and not worth his time and effort to learn. There was nothing to gain from such a trivial and pointless pursuit. Raising his arms high above his head, Kazuya let out a low roar as he stretched, before hunkering back down into his spot. Besides the rooftop, these were the only two places he claimed as his territory. Everywhere else, people could fight over claiming whose territory was whose and beat each other into a bloody pulp for all he cared. "... Tch. This place has become much different than what I remember..."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 19, 2011 13:41:58 GMT -8
"Hm. Ja, Indeed." "... Tch. This place has become much different than what I remember...""Zat naturally occurs."Grin.
Oh, yes, well, the German wasn't just standing around dawdling like a numbnut. He had indeed continued his process after sufficiently boring himself with a few more seconds of the onslaught. The victor was clear."Schools naturally change... but zis school is infamous for its... stagnation."Laughing to himself in an amused way, the German suddenly took a seat next to the man with a good two feet of distance, crossing his right leg over his left leg as he hugged his arms over his stomach. Looking over at the apathetic-looking man as if he had the right to the amount of familiarity he was giving, the German cracked a large, curious smile as his eye shot its way to the fellow's."Keke... who do you zink vill win?" clearly indicating towards the fight with the upstart nerd and the jock who was taking the hits... |
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Feb 20, 2011 0:03:41 GMT -8
["... Perhaps, but was it for the better or for the worst...?"] Kazuya mused to himself, having long grown bored of the fight. The victor was clear indeed. "... This school has survived more disasters than I can count, maybe more..." Kazuya added in a low voice, barely even fazed by the white-haired German taking a seat next to Kazuya, a good two feet of distance separating them, as Kazuya leaned forward in his chair, unfazed by the look of familiarity the German gave, although it appeared as if he was staring the German down, more so because of his piercing hawk eyes, in actuality, he was regarding the man before him with mild interest, as the man cracked a large, curious smile.
"... You would think the nerd, with the way he's wailing on the jock," Kazuya began to say slowly, though it did not sound like he was unsure, more like he was carefully considering his response, "But a jock is still a jock. Regardless of his lack of knowledge of the basics of fighting, he still possesses a greater amount of stamina than our little friend there. Although it's obvious that the nerd is hammering away at the jock like there's no tomorrow, eventually, he will tire out, long before the jock grows tired. He is simply not built yet to keep such strikes up for a long period of time." Kazuya replied, pulling his haori closer to his body. "... What is it you need of me, my friend? Surely you did not come here just to ask my opinion of a fight that no one really cares for."
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