Back To The Basics (Areon/Observers)

["Tuvlan"]

...Less Than Equals 5

MUDA

"MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA
MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA MUDA"

"SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH
SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH
SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH
SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH
SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH"

=D---

*PUNCH*

Fatigue had long ago shot itself out the window into total exhaustion. Along with the boy's body.

Which slammed itself into the nearby building.

Five walls in.

The boy was a mangled mess in the final wall of concrete he embedded himself into, hunched over, his limbs hanging loosely from his form. He was like a dead thing. And still.

Very still.

[Areon Fury]

Hunched over in heavy breathing Areon slowly got steady and walked over to his goggles, lifting them to his face he'd slide them back on, the sunlight doing some damage to his eyes due to the lack of protection from it his eyes gave.

Moving to the first hole, Areon peered in to the boy. Imbedded in wals feet in, pushing off the side of the wall he would walk away. The fight was obviousely over. Areon wouldn't forget it though.

["Tuvlan"]

So...

The boy remained embedded in the wall. For ten hours.

[Zack Asiv]

Squeek

The noise of a wheel from a wheel chair as it was rolled up to the wall the boy was embedded in. A man in the chair, hooded and covered, the person pushing the chair wearing a ballistics mask with the face of a fox on it.

"Interesting."

Came the voice from the man in the wheel chair. The masked individual was silent, starring at the boy. The silver hammer strapped to his back the only symbol of his identity. The rest of his clothes a solid black.

["Tuvlan"]

...And So...

...The boy suddenly came to life and erupted himself from the wall from sheer flexing of muscles, faceplanting himself on the rug of the interior of the school.

Quickly gathering himself into a crouch, the boy would launch himself at the wheelchair target, both hands high up in the air, ready to bring it down like a hammer on the fellow's head.

"SMASH!"

D=

[Zack Asiv]

Neither person moved when he erupted and fell from the wall, but the masked individual moved when he attacked the hooded figure in the wheelchair. The masked figure raised his right arm and stopped the hammer's momentum completely, the hooded figure would speak.

"Now, now young man. We are not here to fight. I was just wondering if you where okay."

The voice was deep, and soothing, a good talker. The masked person stayed still waiting for the boy to attack again, never dropping his guard.

["Tuvlan"]

Aw

An arm came to greet the bleeding boy's hammer-attack and blocked it. However, the momentum of it flew the boy to somersault over the both of them and was about to try to backhand the man in the wheelchair (since the other fellow seemed pretty good at blocking and seemed like a fun type of goalie to try to "score against" when serious words came about from the wheelchair man.

The backhanded fist (if permitted to go as far as it would) would go on to stop just a breadth of the way of possibly making contact with the side of the wheelchair man's head.

...

"...Smash..."

;_;

Was smooth-talker going to ruin fun-time with serious time?

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OOC: He's badly injured, but the details aren't described. "Tuvlan" is simply running off of a second wind here.

[Zack Asiv]

"Awe, don't worry."

the man in the wheel chair would say.

"There will be plenty of smashing soon."

Finishing he would turn the wheel chair around, and peer from beneath the shadows of the cloak.

"For now... Why dont I offer you something... Alittle more fun."

["Tuvlan"]

O Rly?

...The boy would turn his head and look over to the man in the wheelchair. Taking a few steps back for a moment, the boy would settle himself into a crouching position with his arms bent inwards, tilting his head at the man.

Displaying an unusual face of deep consideration.

...

"...Smash?"

[Zack Asiv]

"See, I have a guess that someone like you, dont need much of anything... How about I offer you... Fun. The ability to have as much fun with alot of people, not just causing the fights, but having them seek you out as well."

Asiv would look to the boy in his crouched position. A smile on his face as the deep silky voice flowed through the air.

"I can give yout he abilities you would need to smash much, much more than you do now."

["Tuvlan"]

Ya... Rly?
Oh Shi-

The boy would scrutinize the man, his eye narrowing.

...

"...Sm...Listening...ash..."

[Zack Asiv]

"From what I can see you went through five walls... My body guard here, could knock this building over with one arm. I could get you doing that.... Tomorrow."

Asiv's offer was out there now... Strength, pure unrivaled, strength.

"And all you have to do is one small favor for me, which should be easy considering its to smash something."

["Tuvlan"]

This Is A Plausible Answer

The boy stood up, pocketing his hands.

His eye narrowed on the wheelchair man.

"Smash."

[/EYEOFCONSIDERATION]

[Zack Asiv]

"The school will soon have a new faction. As is the pattern with this place, someone will likely claim the position of School Captain and some force with just as much ambition will rise to meet them."

Asiv began to explain what he wanted smash'd.

"I dont want this interrupted. I will give you all the strength I can so you can act in my stead... To smash any peace talkers. Even aid other rising factions indirectly. The only clause is you can't join a side, you must stay neutral."

Asiv was of course speaking of a physical replacement for his own position. Usually he would just randomly attack those trying to convince everyone into peace, but his current situation prevented that, and with his plans for Mr.Ong, it was impossible to have him do it.

"Do we have an agreement?"

["Tuvlan"]

Do You Need To Ask?

"Smash."

=D