Enter Ric -OPEN-

[Ric]

'Have a good day at school!'

His mother's departing words rang with a dull pang through his head. He'd gone to public school before... in the 3rd grade... He could cope with high school, right? He'd been told the basics, like attend his classes, pay attention, don't hit anyone. That seemed like a big one, something about it being a chargeable offense... Assault, that's what it was. He knew that would be bad over all.

Taking a deep breath the lanky teenager scanned the school grounds from one of the many fenced openings. It looked just like the high schools in Brazil, only large, not run down, and with, you know, grass and concrete. Perhaps he was a bit early, as he only saw a few sparse cliques hanging around out in the open. He knew he wouldn't quite fit in with any of them, what with his shaved head, piercing eyes, and constant scowl. That, and it would've been awkward for them if he'd just stepped up to them and declared them as their Emperor. Obviously one of them would have words about this, and then he'd commit assault, and that would just get ugly.

Despite his goals, he knew they wouldn't be accomplished over night. His first step was taking over the school, and just collecting random flunkies wasn't going to do shit. He needed to find out who the big fish were, and then how best to serve them up. That's all that was on his mind as he casually strolled up the pathway leading into the school.

He came without a backpack, nor utensils, nor a notebook, or any texts. All he had was the admission slip in his back jean pocket inside his wallet, and he wasn't even concern with going to the office in order to officially assert himself as a student. He wasn't quite sure where the best place to learn information - without beating it out of someone - was. Sure, the library had useless information in books, like the names of the presidents, and how to solve math equations, but he was here for total dominance, not a proper eduction. . .

Coming across a bench he scouted his surrounding's for a moment longer before pivoting around and slumping down onto the bench, his long limb's making the descent appear awkward and theatrically staged from afar. Running his hand over his short hair he casually caressed the scar with his thumb, digging the side of his nail into it as he continued to observe his surrounding's.

[Samantha]

Samantha was strolling toward school, comfortable in the summer heat in shorts and a t-shirt, her long black hair bobbed as she walked. the usual rabble was around the school but that was not really a concern for her. she watched a boy across the way, dropping into a bench quite gracefully. the planned movement was eyecatching, but moreso was the scar on his head which he... was now digging his nail into, that was kind of gross. she wanted to look away and just keep walking but there was something interesting about a scar, especially since the kid didn't really look like a student, not at all equipped for school. a curious case indeed, just so out of place.

didhejustlookatme?

snapping back to reality she kept walking, it was rude to stare, hopefully the boy didn't mind.

[Mekiel Echigo]

Two new people? IN ONE LOCATION?! SADLCJHWQJRXJcnzxIH

That wasn't really Mekiel's reason for being her, no. He was just being Mekiel. And what did being Mekiel entail? Well, put simply, he was running around in front of the school with five guys chasing him. Not that he was scared or anything, but it was fun to have people chase him because it made them feel tough. And well, when he spotted the newbies he just had to approach them.

"Hey, you!" He'd point at Ric. "And you!" Samantha. "How's it goin'?!" A cheeky grin before he was tackled into the dirt by a guy much larger than him.

[Ric]

Indeed, he had just looked at Samantha, taking a short moment to glance over the girl in shorts and a tee with long black hair. That's how he categorized people, not by their face or any distinction, but by their cloths. That's how he'd become confused when someone would say 'remember me?' while wearing different cloths. At that point it was usually a blunt 'No, fuck off.' And he'd be on his way.

Having already categorized shorts with long black hair, his glance had turned elsewhere. Particularly towards the overly cheerful blonde being chased by a group of men. If he wanted a fan base to be following him, he must've been twisted to ask for purely muscular men. Fetishes eluded Ric, but the act of tackling another to the ground did not.

'Wait... That's, that's assault... If I do something, it's considered self defense or some bullshit. Awesome!'

Bounding off the bench he broke out into a sprint, bursting past the long black hair with shorts while yelling at the top of his lungs.

"HEEEEEEEY! GET OFF MY LACKEY!"

Certainly it was an odd thing to say - or anyone else. Not Ric, everyone had their purpose, everyone was their lackey. They just didn't like hearing that, so he'd often refrain. Not in the heat of the moment though. No. Instead, it caught the attention of the one holding down the cheerful blonde. The brute with man-on-man tendencies probably shouldn't have looked up, since when he did Ric was already stepping out to his left and turning his hips over. A quick raise of his leg and his shin would travel forcefully over 'Happy Blondes' head and into the face of his assailant.

The feeling of cartilage breaking against his shin felt amazing, enough so that he ignored the world around him for a moment just to take it in. A moment in his eyes though was just a second in everyone elses, and so his eyes were quickly back to scanning the area around him for the 'gay brutes' associates.

[Samantha]

in the distance a blonde man, looked to be a lady killer, though he was definitely being chased by men. the men looked angry however not lustful, clearly he had pissed someone off. seemed to be a hobby of most of the people from this school, pissing someone else off and then fighting...

WILL THERE BE NO END TO THE FIGHTING!?

the man stopped, looking upon her then the other boy who she had accidently stared at, greeting both of them before being tackled to the ground violently. the grin had been a nice touch though. "goes well, I guess, wish I could say the same for-"

"HEEEEEEEY! GET OFF MY LACKEY!"

that was kind of a strange thing to shout, especially when the new boy had given no indication that he worked for the other. still the boy from the bench blew right past her, kicking the boy that had tackled blondy.

so many boys to keep track of! she wished there had been more names given out at some point o.O

now she was at an impasse however, she could not fight, but she didn't want to leave the two boys to face the four who where still standing, that just didn't seem right. she walked over briskly, holding out a hand to the blonde boy to help him up. she marched right over to the four boys, approaching the largest who stared down at her, breathing heavily on her. disgusting.

"i don't know who you are, or what your problem is, but you have a lot of nerve ganging up on someone five on one, you should be ashamed of yourselves!" she shouted indignitly.

the boy looked at her, his eyes in shock, something told her that a pretty girl telling him that fighting was wrong and that he should be ashamed of himself had never happened once in his life. ever. EVER.

shock quickly turned to anger as he made the second consideration that nobody the size of her should be telling him what to do or how to feel.

OHSHI-

HI-YAH!

Samantha did the first thing that came natural as he reached down to grab her, and as her knee crushed into his manhood the boy crumpled down to his knees, putting him only a few inches beneath eye level to the petite raven haired girl. "and trying to hurt a girl, you have no class" she said her arms crossing, she hid it well but her heart was absolutely racing, she had never done anything like that in her life. in a way it was exhilirating, but that was just the adrenaline talking. the other three boys look dumbfounded, and the fourth began to get up slowly. "Well, get out of here, go on, the shows over" she said trying to shoo them away

(OOC: I realize they are your npc's mekiel, sorry if my control was too much, just let me know and I'll edit it, your move on what they do next though)

[Mekiel Echigo]

[OoC: Totally okay ;]]

"Protuberance of the flesh! UNHAND ME!"

After one guy was kicked by the dude and one guy's children slain by the girl, Mekiel acted. He could've taken all five out like nothing earlier, but it was fun to run, and now he wanted to meet the newbies. As the guy who'd tackled him would fall off, Mekiel would jump up into a frontflip before slamming both heels into one guy's chest, sending him careening into the grass and coughing up a storm. Another guy went in for a right hook, which Mekiel would duck under before grabbing the guy by the neck and chokeslamming him into the ground, following up by a soccer kick into the next dude's solar plexus. Three out in little to no time at all.

The last guy was holding his giblets and made a rush for the girl - his intentions unknown, mind you - but was quickly met with a giant fist crashing against his temple. He was floored instantly. And then there was the guy the dude kicked. He was smart. He peed himself before he ran away, and what did Mekiel do? He flexed his arms, revealing biceps larger than most peoples' faces.

"Oh yeah, 'sup 'sup! You don't mess with the Iron Dragon, buddy!" He'd chuckle before turning calmly to the other two, his happy-go-lucky demeanor vanished. "So. You guys new, huh?" He seemed too serious for the question to match.

[Ric]

As the brief display of controlled chaos erupted around him, Ric only playing a small part after the Happy Blondie had been tackled, he stood there with an unusual calmness. He wasn't the center of the groups aggression, and in a way that actually upset him. He had no punches to parry, no kicks to block, no knives to disarm. It was actually a bit of a boring scenario. So much so that it made him sigh in grief, his shoulders slumping forward and his upright posture turning to shit as he curled forward before squatting down.

Not being one to pose or flex he remained fuming on the ground as the 'Iron Dragon' taunted the fleeing group. His thoughts were much more internal at the moment, but they could easily be read on his face. Jaw clenched, eyes nearly bulging, vision focused on a sole point, cheeks turning a deep red. One deep inhale later and he sprung to his feet, screaming at the top of his lungs at the now distanced group of thugs.

"YA FUCKING TEASES! NEXT TIME GIVE ME-A REAL FIGHT!"

Another deep breath and a quick brush of his hair - his thumb once more going over his scar, though his nail not digging at the long healed flesh. Turning around to the two other individual's he'd absent mindedly ignored the Happy Dragon... Iron Blonde... Whoever he was, his words went unheard on the irate teen. Looking at the girl his pulsed calmed down a bit more, his anger seemingly to disappear nearly as quickly as it had arrived.

"You've got some guts, I like you." 'Brown haired Lackey.' He only half spoke his mind, but he thought the notion was there. For standing up for herself, she'd earned the right to be one of his lackey's. He'd normally called her one of his men, but that didn't seem right, to sexist. To French class characteristic. He didn't like either, and so until he found a better form, he'd have to remember her as his brown haired lackey.

"And you," He said, pausing as he looked over at Dragon Blondie Iron Happy. "You looked way to cheerful to be tackled by men." He spoke his mind, not caring where it led him.

[Samantha]

The iron dragon released from the grips of the first boy was a formidable foe quickly dispatching the other three opponents without even breaking a sweat. clearly he had power. it reminded her of the boy she had met the first night she came here, though his power seemed a slight bit scarier. then again, she had a good feeling that she had not seen the height of the iron dragons power. on the other hand, she had probably not seen the height of patricks power either. the beating was finished off with a flamboyant display of his biceps (cough) which where... well... let's face it, he was cut.

one cannot but observe.

Ric screamed after the men, clearly upset he had not been given his fair share of fighting, this was a true curiosity, she hadn't spoken to him quite enough to draw a bead on him yet... the absolute outrage, but what made him so angry, not being able to fight? or something else... he too held his own and she was certain she had not seen the height of his power either.

one cannot but observe.

in the meantime the iron dragon inquired if they where new. "Today is my second day" she said, "I'm guessing you're not so new, what did you say your name was again?"

before the iron dragon could answer however ric turned to her, his outrage now settled. "you've got some guts, I like you" she faked a curtsey and gave a little laugh, that had been kind of fun, not something she wanted to do again. "You're pretty good yourself" she said back teasingly.

she didn't know if he heard her when he simply approached the iron dragon, telling him he shouldn't be so happy to be tackled by men. clearly calling out a homosexual tendency. she looked the iron dragon over. she didn't see it. she might have been a little biased. he was charming.

[Mekiel Echigo]

"You know how fun it is making people they got a chance against me?" He'd laugh, once again his happy demeanor taking over. He wasn't going to fall into a homosex joke, really. He knew how he reacted to girls. ;] "I get so bored not having anyone who can actually do anything anymore.. I need to find Patrick.." That last part was rather mumbled.

"You, my good man." He pointed at Ricardo. "Look a little too unhappy to not have been tackled by men. Huzzah!" Clearly entertained by himself. Then he turned to Samantha, his demeanor suddenly.. charming. He'd reach down and take her hand, kissing her knuckles before he'd reply, "Mekiel Echigo, at your service." Totally not him, right? Well, whataya get when Mekiel gets bored? Random crap. "And what should I call you, miss?" Oh, yeah. He totally stopped paying attention to that guy. Totally.

[Ric]

He may have said it all in good fun, but when Happy Iron tried to accuse the fifteen year old of homosexual nature, to him it sounded like a Portuguese saying he'd use over and over. And whenever "Eu Fodi Sua mãe" was used, it always meant a fight was on it's way. He remained silent for the most part, letting Brown hair shorts get woed by the overactive testosterone drive of Mr. Dragon. His mind was pushing through plenty of scenario's, his eyes scanning the near by area for certain objects, hard ground like dry dirt patches, rocks, tree's, benches, concrete slabs. When he was happy with his observations he walked by the two of them, moving to the males back as he walked roughly 4-5 feet away.

A deep breath and he remained silent, until he knelled down and untied his shoes. He slid them off, along with his shoes before standing up. He'd judged the distance, then rapid stepped back with his left leg, over stepping the 180 degree mark. His weight shifted forward as he pushed off with his right leg, swinging it over and around like a baseball bat. It was fast, precise, and heavy as he beamed it towards the side of Iron Happy's head from behind, the distance judged so that he'd make perfect contact with the dense bone of his shin.

[Samantha]

Samantha was now watching between the two men, though the iron dragon had little to say to the brown haired boy. now getting a look at him. the iron dragon bragged of how no one could match him anymore, then mumbled something to himself, though she could swear she had just heard the name patrick. it was probably nothing, he had just been on her mind, it was only natural. his semi-quick witted retort to "ricardo's" happiness to being talking by men ratio got little laugh, but it was much more concerning to her when ric began to lose focus from the conversation.

Samantha was vaguely aware that her hand had just been taken, meeting with Mekiel's eyes as he said his name, she smiled and looked over at ric who was now positioning himself for something. there was a tiny knot in her stomache, which untied and made her blush as she felt mekiel kiss her hand. old fashioned gestures had a certain charm on this girl, she turned back to face him, unsure what to say as she hadn't been paying attention to the moments before to hear anything else, her mind still mostly on ric now charging toward them.


"and what should I call you miss?"

"Move!" she said, almost as if he should have known that ric was coming from behind him, she did the first thing she could think of and grabbed mekiel trying to jump out of the way.

very pretty, a little too full of himself for his own good. that might need to change.

"call me Samantha" she said, "not sam" she added as she got up between the two boys. "Don't fight that doesn't make any sense, you where just helping each other?" she said to ric. unless someone was very jealous...

[Mekiel Echigo]

Samantha wouldn't have to warn Mekiel at all. In fact, she wouldn't get a chance to react.. When one grew up like he did, they just sort of felt things were coming. And boy did Mekiel feel what was coming. As the kick was launched, his right arm would shoot out, wrapping itself around the guy's leg before he quickly whirled his left leg around to curl his heel in and slam it into the guy's left cheek, before bringing it back around to slam his instep into the side of the guy's face. Despite being so big, Mekiel was fast. And added onto his speed was ridiculous strength, and a hell of a lot of weight. So after the second kick, he'd assume the guy would fall. If he wouldn't do so of his own accord, Mekiel would make him by dragging the guy's body down with his own leg whilst using the guy's against him.

"You wanna know why they call me the Iron Dragon, buddy?" He'd chirp, clearly un-phased. "It's because when I fight somebody, I restrict their movements. Given my size it's like iron girders wrapping themselves around your body. And you, bro, you're way out of your league if you're even considering messing with me." Then he'd smile back up at Samantha.

"Samantha? That's a nice name. How long you been going here?"

[Ric]

His leg was grabbed, well, that instantly made things more interesting then Brazil. Though, having to kick 7 inches above his head did happen to diminish a lot of his power. It didn't, however, decrease his balance in the least, nor his flexibility, or reaction time. Even giving up more then 100 lbs didn't face the little fire cracker. He wasn't phased, the same as 'Iron Dragon'.

While surprised by the large man's speed, he wasn't scared of the kick. Even with his leg stretched high above his head, though lower then originally planned since it was trapped under the large mans arm, he had great flexibility. So as the heel came in to strike he leaned forward while turning his body in to the right, almost putting him in the front splits as he brought his left arm up. The back of 'Dragons' calf and knee connected with the side his forearm and bicep, which remained pressed tightly together, protecting the side of his head.

At this point his flexibility was a blessing and a curse. The force of the kick made him lean even further over to the right, allowing the kick to continue on it's course. As he corrected himself he saw it coming back towards his face. He didn't have time to think, just react as his torso pressed itself down by the side of his out stretched right thigh. Being lanky did have it's advantages, at that moment.

'He's fucking fast! And his strength is nothing like the Brazilians!'

Popping back up he continued with the awkward lithe, slipping maneuver's as best he could. Bouncing off of his back left foot he brought his leg up while reaching out with his left arm, aiming for 'Dragons' shoulder to balance himself as he'd swing his leg up and under his enemies arm. While swinging it up and around he'd bend his knee in, Shortening the limb until it was about shoulder height before pushing out his hips. His torso would already be falling back at this point, and to catch himself he'd try to wrap his left arm around his opponents left. Assuming his balance was roughly stabilized he'd have extended his leg around the back of Iron Dragon's neck, hooking and wrapping it around. With enough momentum and weight he'd be forcing him face first into the ground.

He was aware that against his opponent's strength, and most likely high durability given his size, this would barely phase him, but at most it would give him enough time to get to his feet and prepare himself for the next installment of this battle. The only thought going through his mind while in the air was an ecstatic 'THIS IS AWESOME!'.

(Samantha, if need be I hope you don't mind if we skip your reactions. Given the situation, I'd hate for you to have to post something that's forced in a 2-4 second time frame.)

[Samantha]

(OOC: it's okay, I think I'll duck out and let you guys duke it out, if either of you wanna have a follow up thread with me in it just shoot me a pm have fun!)

Samantha looked on, she had thought about doing something but it never played out, things change constantly, one should be like water flowing with it. an incredibly skilled display was in front of her, but now she was not impressed. these two had started off on the same page, for the same cause, now they where fighting eachother, and for no reason.

Mekiel Echigo... wait, that sounded familiar. Mr. Amakusa had mentioned an Iron Dragon. that must have been who this was. this was supposed to be her guardian. to be fair he was acting in complete self defense, and that was an exception, but she had been hoping to stop more violence from happening, this grew pointless quickly for her. She almost felt like doing something to stop them, but boys will be boys, they have to get these things off their chest. for now, but it needs to stop.

She began to back up. "Mekiel, it was real nice meeting you hun, we should talksoon, maybe have a meeting with takehiro" she said cheerily. "Ric, you're quite a character, it was a pleasure!" she then turned and ran off.

-Exit Samantha-

[Mekiel Echigo]

[OoC: Assuming the leg hit the ground, because if it didn't he'd have forced Ric down.]

What with having a more firm foundation and all, it was easier for Mekiel to maneuver than it was for the guy here. So when the guy reached for his shoulder and all, it just took a turn to the right for that hand to miss. Mekiel's left arm would wrap around the guy's leg and replace his right, which would then whirl about in a backhand for the guy's cheek.

As far as getting both legs around him goes, the right leg would make no progress given Mekiel had his typical sort of hold on it, and the left should have missed it's mark. If the guy'd kept going his legs would be in a really awkward position with the left overstretched and the right awkwardly bent, plus his being airborne. So after the backhand he'd grab the guy's collar and start running forward before slamming him into the ground using all of his weight.