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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2008 21:44:02 GMT -8
{OoC: Unfettered first, after that all is good.}
The word had probably gotten around the school often enough that Saint had been beaten, frankly that was of little concern to him. Title and reputation in terms of fighting prowess were completely meaningless to Saint but what did matter was finding out more about Jonathan Winters. Yes, he had found out what the young man’s last name was as Saint had no asset greater than any other that worked with much of the faculty. He never caused trouble for them, was good and polite student, and helped many of them in their work so when he asked the attendance office for some help in figuring out a little about someone they were glad to help. Of course the pillar had no intentions of reading the boy’s entire file as that would be an invasion of privacy, simply just to find out his name and how to contact him.
The message was a simple and quick one… to meet Saint at lunch at the Mulberry tree that rested just a ways off campus. A place where no students but Zachariah went… they would have complete privacy, or so he thought. There was always the off chance of another person making their way over to the tree as it was visible from the school’s courtyard if one looked hard enough.
Nonetheless the day of the meeting came and Saint was waiting underneath the boughs of the tree with a book on karma in his lap. His reading glasses rested comfortably on his nose, his large white coat making him stand out against the green background of the grounds, a gentle wind blowing by in random intervals. The bells rang for lunch and soon his guest would arrive. The pillars hands were still bandage from the wounds sustained on the broken metal of the lockers from the previous fight. He hoped that this time would be more cordial, that the two would be able to talk things through and get to the bottom of it all but he was no without rational thought. Anything could happen at anytime and thus he had to be prepared. He finished his page and rested the bookmark in its bind before shutting it and reflecting on the ideas within the pages, his head tilted back and eyes shut.
A soft sigh escaped him…
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 3, 2008 21:59:14 GMT -8
Encounter With A 'Saint' "Gut book, ja?" would come the German's voice suddenly, just as Saint began to lean back. Hands pocketed in his jacket... Saint would find that 'Jonathan' had on the same attire as when they had last time. Cuts, bruises, bandages... everything hidden, except for his face, which had a few spots... but which looked as though they were not doing too badly. Immediate effects of applying ice?
Didn't matter. 'Jonathan' had been called out, and well, quite frankly... it would be rude to decline, no? And underneath the Mulberry Tree, no less. Seemed almost poetic. In fact, it'd taken "Unfettered" quite a bit longer then he had hoped to find this place. But granted, it was lunch. But that was enough of that. Cutting right to it:"Vat iz it you vant, man named 'Saint'?"Perhaps not as friendly... indeed, the question itself, includling the reference to the man's name wasn't all in the most respectful manner... But this guy had gone berserk on him. Turned hypocrite. Something "Unfettered" detested above many things... and something that he could relate to more then he'd like to confess.
His right hand came out of his pocket, out of habit, to move the hair out of the way of his left 'eye', revealing the Nazi eye-patch... as if he could get to see this man any closer. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2008 10:47:11 GMT -8
Zachariah gave a polite nod to his arriving guest, both as acknowledgment of his presence and an answer to his primary question. It was quite an interesting book, an fascinating belief of how the world worked. The good, or evil, a person did would come back to them in the future or even in a future life. Nonetheless Jonathan wanted to get straight to the point of the meeting and of course Saint would be happy to oblige as it was possible that his guest had other things to do.
“I wanted to thank you…”
Shocking! Well… not really.
“… and apologize for my actions on that day. It was unbecoming to act in such a manner and I do hope you can forgive. You also have my sincerest gratitude for bringing me to the health center. Thank you… and sorry.”
There was a kind and sincere smile of his face as young Saint finished saying what he wanted to say most. Of course there were other things that he wanted to discuss but that had to be dealt with first and foremost. It may have seemed odd that all the while he remained sitting with his hands folded calmly in his lap, legs folded under him, and back resting up against the trunk of the tree when this man had attacked him once before but that was in the past. Sure, he had noticed the symbol on the boy’s eye patch… one that might make someone grow hostile, but this was done more so out of ignorance and irrationality. If one looked into the history of such things, as Saint had done since undertaking his religious studies, they would find the symbol was often as a good well sign in many religions throughout the world from Navajo Native Americans to Hinduism to the floor of the Amiens Cathedral in France. For 5,000 years it was used as a symbol of peace in Hinduism. With knowledge comes understanding… should one man in malevolency be allowed to tarnish it?
Nevertheless he remained still, at peace in his resting position awaiting the response…
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 10, 2008 20:49:47 GMT -8
'Give Us This Day, Our Daily Bread...' “I wanted to thank you…” ...Slight eye-brow raised.“… and apologize for my actions on that day. It was unbecoming to act in such a manner and I do hope you can forgive. You also have my sincerest gratitude for bringing me to the health center. Thank you… and sorry.” The '...huh...' look on "Unfettered's" face didn't drop down for a good minute. But after a while, he dismissed a few stray thoughts, and approached Saint a bit more.. and plopped his ass onto the ground, promptly reaching into his jacket to pull out his sack lunch... A recent favorite. Rosemary olive oil bread. Wonderful scent. Somewhat rough outside, but the overall flavor, the the increasingly soft, warm inside only added to it."Am I supposed to zay... 'my pleasure'? For if zat was ze case, it 'twas, until you turned into a hypocrite... but it vas a gut vight. 'Tis no use having fun, if you can't have fun again, after all, ja?"...
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..."...But of course, zat is not all you vant to talk about, no?"Politely, he took it up before them, and broke it... roughly in half. Quickly following up by propping the closest piece to Saint. If it was not taken, however, he'd shove it into Saint's hands anyways. Facial expression still the same, but, he looked away, sitting bow-legged, more intent on tearing into his share. After his third bite, and chewing rather thoughtfully, he opened his eye, looking up.
Deciding on what he should really be more concerned on. One, there was the 'why'. 'Why' did he go berserk? The 'how'. 'How' did he change so drastically in a mere instant? What triggered it? But probably (although more rudely direct) was the..."Vat do you vant?" |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2008 10:11:37 GMT -8
Apparently Saint’s apology and thanks had caught Jonathon off guard, which he found somewhat humorous. As hard as might be to separate the two sides that he’d seen during the fight, if Jonathon considered the conversation at the being of the altercation it might have been expected. Of course, the pillar wasn’t any surer of what to say to such an act himself… a mere nod of acceptance was all that was necessary. Nonetheless his perceptive friend was quite correct as there was another thing Saint wanted to talk about, that being intentions.
However Zachariah only nodded before taking the offering with a polite nod and smile, stalling all the while as he prepared himself for the upcoming conversation. The last one had not gone so well and the possibility of a repeat greatly bothered him, though this secluded location made things easier. Peace and tranquility amongst nature would help him fight it if need be. But still stalling the young man took a bite of the bread that had been given to him, chewing slowly… another delay tactic, meanwhile he tore of a piece no bigger than a fingernail and shredded that into even smaller pieces. Collecting those pieces in the palm of his hand, furthest from Jonathon, the student body president extended it away with an open palm. As if on queue two delicate little birds descended from the limbs of the tree and perched themselves upon the boy’s long slender fingers before starting to nibble away at the offering.
Now this had a purpose, despite what Jonathon may have thought about his hypocritical status, such small birds had a much better gauge for the dark intents of another being. If they did not fear him, what would any one else have to worry. Regardless Saint swallowed the morsel he’d been chewing and shifted his gaze from the frail creatures in his hand to his guest.
“I wish to know why you attacked me… I do not know you, you do not seem to know me thus I do not see how I could have offended you. So… why?”
Simple enough.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Mar 16, 2008 19:25:06 GMT -8
Something Off For a while, "Unfettered" stared off. Trying to stave off growing impatience. The slow tearing of bread, the seeming prolongated adding wait, while he mentally applied a water hose to himself. The little niceties, the little simplicities, the mannerisms... which, if coming from a girl, would be ever-so-much a turn-on, but in this mannerism, was nothing short (if not beyond) a afore guessed turn-off.---
---What the hell?
Further surprises, two birds, as if from movies, poetically landing on Saint's hand. Nibbling away. Of course, in the whole proceedings, it took "Unfettered" a bit to even notice that Saint's gaze had already turned back to him.“I wish to know why you attacked me… I do not know you, you do not seem to know me thus I do not see how I could have offended you. So… why?” ..Hence, when the German looked up, while not altogether startled, he felt a strange feeling of irk, as if he were disturbed from watching paint dry (in a good way). For a few seconds, he dismissed the question, thinking more to a way if the birds would be attracted to him, if he offered the 'woodland creatures' the bread in his own hand. But that was thrown out, not wishing to find out for himself the possible meaning of a denial.---Which suddenly drew into some interesting thoughts over his apparent new 'acquaintance'.
Questions.
Logic.
For the fact that "Unfettered" did not indeed know this man, and yet to randomly attack him was indeed as it was: Random.
Yet, at the same time... the 'victim' (good fight put up aside), sought to see the possible offense. The reason. The why.
...God, it almost felt like some sort of 'Matrix' question scene.
No smiles... but in the thirteen seconds that passed, the German would tear into his own bread, chewing morosely, sight quickly evading off into the sky, thinking thoughtfully to himself. Not even attempting to hide the fact that he was thinking over what was in itself a very good question.
..."...Choice."The single eye looked back at the two. Vague amount of intensity hidden beneath the various strands of hair. "...Personal history, reason, and my own personal ambition in regards to zis school. Goalz." Subtly, the bread tore into two more halves in his hands. His eye looking on, as if past, getting lost in his own mind. "Antagonisms. The ideal to know. An opportunity. (Your/My) Misfortune. Idealz. Me. You. The environment... Reputation, living up to labelz... desire." His sight turned upward---No, downward. Towards the animals, the birds. A grimace forming, but perhaps... at himself?..."...For no reason: My own reason. Vibe, gut... but... if ve are to sort out much of the multitude... my current desire to dethrone ze Schulen Sie Kapitän ein."
"Currently... as a short-term goal."...Tending to the Enforcers.
Future career.
Making a gang.
Dealing with his past (her) & his own misgivings of what his past (her) represented in terms of ideals.
Obviously not in that order.
Cocking his head, he seemingly came out of his 'trance', so to speak. A feeling of---well, mixed feelings, swelling in varying and misappropriated parts of his body. The feeling that, as he described it to Saint, that he was trying to figure it out for himself at the same time. But now...
...He hunched forward, almost leeringly, but probably more in an interrogative way. Mixed intent... if he was too close, both birds would fly away, but if he leaned even closer then that... one would fly away. But the other would take no notice."I can explain more, but I won't bore you unnecessarily... in turn, however, can you tell me exactly vat 'ZAT' momentary amount, zat time of 'hypocrisy' you fought me with came from?"Could he have explained everything more thoroughly for his new 'acquaintance'? Yes, but... there was a certain amount of refusal that denied this. His mind, after all, was precious to him. Trust would have to be gained (from what, it may be asked), but in turn, it demanded selfishly... An unclear level of mixed, scattered thoughts reveling, pouring out as he tried to figure out. Figure out... 'things'. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2008 9:56:25 GMT -8
The pillar listened intently, mentally noting everything and filing away into his memory for safekeeping and further reference. If there was one advantage to having a forgotten, suppressed, past it was the freed space to be used for other purposes. Of course, Zachariah had always had an exceptional mind. Reading between the lines here and there he waited for Jonathan to finish and ask his own question which slightly irked the young man. All in time though… he turned to the birds and whistled lightly, they turned toward him for a moment before fluttering off into the distance as though told by him to leave. Though it appeared as though Saint could communicate with the creatures the truth of it was far simpler. The exhalation of breath to create the whistle brushed against the feathers of the birds and turned their attention toward the disturbance and while they look Saint adjusted the muscles in his hand ever so slightly which caused them to take flight.
Now back to the conversation…
“You wish to take Mitsuki’s place as captain… to usurp the power structure put in place by this system and in essence give yourself more power with which to achieve your own goals having nothing to do with this place while parading your rise as a… ‘freedom from tyranny’ for the student body. Do I have that about right?”
Perhaps quick to judgment in his reading between the lines Saint wasn’t too concerned with the possibility if he was. If he was right, Jonathan would have nothing to say outside of trying to either cover or rationalize it. If he was wrong, it would potentially draw out the reason for his desire to unseat Mitsuki. Saint knew enough German to understand that much. Now as a pillar this might be the part where he was supposed to rise up and tell Jonathan that he would not succeed because Saint would stop him or something of that manner. Truth be told he didn’t feel it necessary as the disapproving and slightly condescending tone with which he had spoke did that for him.
As implied Saint knew that his guest was hiding certain things as any person would do when meeting another person for the first time as a manner of self-preservation. The pillar would do the same, the matter that Jonathan was prying into was one that was sealed in his record and no one had access to without his approval, not even the person at 259 who knew him the most, being the captain, knew of why. In the language used Saint had the choice to be truly discourteous with his response as the word ‘can’ that lead the question referred to the ability, which Saint had. What Jonathan should have lead with was ‘will’. But Saint opted for the straight-forward approached.
“No… I won’t.”
Simple enough an answer. If Jonathan truly thought Saint would divulge that information, he thought that saint was a complete fool. Turning his attention skyward, the young man figured anything was possible next as his recent discourteousness in the discourse could lead to being attacked or nothing but a retort. Either way he’d said his piece on the matter of his ‘hypocrisy’.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 11, 2008 1:00:47 GMT -8
OOC: ...Alright, a lot of pointless questions... but I really want to emphasize, right now, his thought-pattern.Irked slightly at the flight of the birds, he sighed, backing up a few steps, he faced away, pocketing his hands in his jacket. Mulling over this little failure to get a kindly reaction from the birds. Mulling over what this symbolized for himself as a person, for what he was becoming. If he was changing. For the worse, or for the better, though? And was change at all, for himself as a person good or bad? Did it make him happy?---Obviously, he didn't think all these thoughts precisely. But the feelings and uneasiness passed over in his head, as he turned about to Saint. Hearing the man out, at least...“You wish to take Mitsuki’s place as captain… to usurp the power structure put in place by this system and in essence give yourself more power with which to achieve your own goals having nothing to do with this place while parading your rise as a… ‘freedom from tyranny’ for the student body. Do I have that about right?” Silence. Instead, there was only an increasingly stressed out look on his face. Forehead furrowing over with wrinkles, absorbing these little tid-bits, bouncing it back and forth in his head. Was this true? And if so, did he in all honesty care? Did it hurt a little? He would not respond, which the boy could take for a yes... at this time.
At any rate, he didn't like that tone...
Hoping to take his mind off his feelings of being personally insulted, he hoped to at least receive a bit of informa---“No… I won’t.” ...
"Unfettered" whirled about.
The look on his face wasn't pleasant... but it gave off the (accurate) impression of a person attempting to decide what to do. There were several options of what to do in this scenario.
-Attack Saint.
Pros: Vent off all his immediate frustrations. And the fact that he was holding back in that fight as well gave him the advantage.
Cons: Prove the wily bastard right without actually saying anything, even when in actuality, he may not be right at all. ...Though the German himself debated this to himself as well. And let's not forget, it'd immediately make "Unfettered" come off as the bad guy here.
-Lay Bare His Plans.
Pros: Allow Saint to get have an understanding of his true intentions, and be at ease that he wasn't being misunderstood.
Cons: Essentially give Saint an edge over himself, a sense of 'knowing' and 'mastery', and possibly mentally undermine the German's schemes with pure, unadulterated logic. The issue was, "Unfettered" was more then well aware of the consequences of his actions. ...But he himself was in an unsteady scenario, as to whether or not he was actually okay with this.
-Change The Subject/Mentally Abuse Saint
Pros: In other words, continuously press Saint, until there was a large amount of uncomfortable feeling on him. Attempt to pester/overwhelm with logic over the irrationality of his actions. Try to figure out, out loud, what exactly triggered such a change, and satiate his own curiosity, as well as his own vengeful feelings.
Cons: Lose all face with a man he'd helped to the nurse's office. A part of him actually cared, but as figured, the other part of him saw no point. However... as logic stood (and yes, he prided himself over his own views [Which he also acknowledged as a possible weakness, if we are to go into an internal-internal mental tanget here]), it is easier to destroy than it is to create. Hence why it was best to keep friends close, enemies closer, etcetera, etcetera. After all, if he could at least figure out some tidbits of information as to how Saint stood, if he could use him... etcetera...
Aye, that option was definetely off.
How about a compromise?
Give a little, take a little... and while at it, go philosophical, while still remaining slightly ominous.
...By the time "Unfettered" looked up, three minutes had gone by. Shit. Strangely, there wasn't as much stress in his mind anymore, and an odd grin came onto his face..."Vell..."
"Ja. You may be right. And ze scenario you described? Zere is a high likelihood chance of zat occurring. But if I do nuzzing, I am just as guilty as the bad guy... (who I shall leave for you to decide who is who...)." he said, grinning even more broadly, almost even laughing as he sat back down with a plop, legs crossed, as he leaned towards Saint. "Iz my goal to uzurp Miss Park's position? If it leads to ze succession of mein goals, ja... But zat vould also stand as testament zat I was in fact stronger, wherein, ze fact iz zat I currently am not." A slightly smaller grin. Yes. He'd fought her already. Multiple times."My goal is mein... vatever comes vith it, gut or bad is part of ze prize, part of life. I'm various philosophies and principles zat I may point out... zuch as 'zat only ze truly strong can protect ze veak'..." ...Pausing for emphasis, as he looked at Saint, purposely not grinning. "...Ghandi was strong... mentally. Ze influences he had gained him favor in ze masses, strength in numberz. But zen... ze changes he brought about, came about slowly..."Now, much more serious, he leaned all the way forward, resting his palms on the ground, kneeling, bowing before Saint."I am looking for many zings, I am greedy for many zings, but I cannot accomplish anyzing on my own... Zo I make you an offer, here on my kneez, zat you need not reply to immediately."...A complete reversal. And why not? This boy... though odd in his own ways... possessed something that the German liked, though he couldn't quite place it."..I have not zaid everyzing, nor my true goals/intentions... but vould you be villing to join me?"...He already knew the answer. At least, he was pretty damn sure of the answer.
And that was fine... but it would hopefully give Saint something heavy to chew on. Open up a vulnerability. Give Saint something to hesitate/think over. And therein, "Unfettered" could play in the gray line, with this flexibility.
After all, his plan had been set into motion for months... Leading to what?
...Now, if only "Unfettered" knew he was saying all of this to a Pillar... That would be interesting.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 23:59:35 GMT -8
As the long three minutes passed Saint had no motion and simply sat back with his head resting against the tree trunk. He knew full well that his demeanor could have incited attack, especially from someone who had needed no reason the previous time, yet still there was no guard. Vivid green eyes gazed aimlessly skyward no mind to any motion Jonathan made during the time. What kept him so serene and apparently so sure he was safe? Nothing more than faith. Faith not in some god but in the ideal that someone who would carry a fallen adversary to get help would not lash out during a conversation when pushed the first time… perhaps the second or third but not the first. Soon the German boy began his philosophic rant, for lack a better term, in much a circular manner of things. Naturally Saint took in the orders ran them through his own filters built of his perception of this man, scouring for the smallest nugget of truth or information much like a miner in California during the gold rush. The likeliness of anything being uncovered was slim-to-none but still worth the effort. Despite this the pillar showed no actual change of demeanor, simply turning from the sky toward the speaking foreigner. Speech: "Ja. You may be right. And ze scenario you described? Zere is a high likelihood chance of zat occurring. But if I do nuzzing, I am just as guilty as the bad guy... Iz my goal to uzurp Miss Park's position? If it leads to ze succession of mein goals, ja... But zat vould also stand as testament zat I was in fact stronger, wherein, ze fact iz zat I currently am not."
Translation: “I’m not going to tell you if you are right or wrong. But anything is possible this early in the game, not to mention I’m not sure I trust you. Add on top of that, I couldn’t usurp yet even if I wanted to.”
Speech: "My goal is mein... vatever comes vith it, gut or bad is part of ze prize, part of life. I'm various philosophies and principles zat I may point out... zuch as 'zat only ze truly strong can protect ze veak'...Ghandi was strong... mentally. Ze influences he had gained him favor in ze masses, strength in numberz. But zen... ze changes he brought about, came about slowly..."
Translation: “I’m determined to complete my mission.” The rest was debatable philosophies. The only time the truly “strong” would be protecting the “weak” was when another “strong” party was threatening those said “weak”. The mentioning of Ghandi was odd… there were no visible parallels between to the two. Then things got a little more interesting… "I am looking for many zings, I am greedy for many zings, but I cannot accomplish anyzing on my own... Zo I make you an offer, here on my kneez, zat you need not reply to immediately."A slight raise of the eyebrow… "..I have not zaid everyzing, nor my true goals/intentions... but vould you be villing to join me?"“… it is never a smart choice to agree to follow another person without knowing what his true intentions are in any situation. Perhaps if I knew why and what you were exactly planning, I would join you.” It might have seemed odd that Saint say such a thing… with complete sense of sincerity. This was not some clever attempt to pry additional info out of Jonathan. He couldn’t deny that there were things at work in this school that he knew nothing of, nor did he try. Not to mention how quickly things could change, even Jonathan. There was part inside Saint that believed his quest to be one of the most dangerous students in 259 because he might believe what he was doing to be the right thing and that would allow him to sway even good hearted people to a malevolent side. Perhaps in time he could dissuade Jonathan from his mission. “My position demands I do what is in the best interest of the entire student body going forward… no matter who that might place me against.” |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Apr 27, 2008 20:20:06 GMT -8
OOC: Sorry for the short post taking so long! ._.;Pawn D2 - D4 “… it is never a smart choice to agree to follow another person without knowing what his true intentions are in any situation. Perhaps if I knew why and what you were exactly planning, I would join you.” A grin. "Unfettered" relaxed, lying backwards, from his position, looking up at the tree, covered with leaves. "But of course... but nor have I had knowledge of what your true intentions were, ven I followed you here, ja? 'It vas... a vote of confidence in you." To that point, yes, "Unfettered" had accused Saint of being a hypocrite, but still, he had come here, to this Bough tree, had he not? Trust could only be attained when trust was given, piece by piece, a little bit at a time.---“My position demands I do what is in the best interest of the entire student body going forward… no matter who that might place me against.”---...
..Slow on an uptake, "Unfettered" sat up. Hands gently creasing into the grass to keep himself still leaning back, but his body positioned so that he could still look at Saint at a comfortable angle. With a very serious/interested/intrigued look on his face."..Your... position?..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2008 11:09:12 GMT -8
{OoC: 'sallright ~_^}
A soft chuckle left Saint when Jonathon pointed out his own lack of knowledge in this meeting but, while correct in one manner, the two situations were hardly comparable as the pillar would soon enough point out… politely of course.
“True enough you did not… however to say the too are the same or even remotely so is quite false. It would be like comparing the blind following of Hitler to going out on a blind date… only one leads to the mass slaughter of civilians of various religions and ethnicities. To even attempt to compare the two is… well… laughable.”
Now was Saint comparing Jonathon to Hitler? Yes and no. Jonathon wasn’t going to create death camps and atrocities like that mostly because he’d never have the resources to do so. Also he didn’t seem to have racist streak that was at the core of Nazism, or so it seemed. However he was, for intents and purposes, creating a war-like situation that would probably envelop the entire school. A warmonger of sorts. Nonetheless mention of his position had piqued his quests interests. Saint smiled lightly while turning toward the reclined Jonathon and saying quite frankly and informatively…
“I’m the Student Body President.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 11, 2008 23:00:24 GMT -8
OOC: Did I happen to mention how sorry I was for taking so damn long?  Counter-Comparisons And The Verbal Traps “True enough you did not… however to say the too are the same or even remotely so is quite false. It would be like comparing the blind following of Hitler to going out on a blind date… only one leads to the mass slaughter of civilians of various religions and ethnicities. To even attempt to compare the two is… well… laughable.” Hitler?
Did Saint just compare him to Hitler? But, no... the German would wait for everything to---“I’m the Student Body President.” ...
---Now, all the pieces were falling into place. And with this, the German could confidently grin. In fact, he had to stop himself from laughing. With disgust. A few seconds passed, as his mind whirred up with a silent rebuttal, which worked its way into his entire body into an upright position, hands at his knees."...Kek... oh... really? Hitler, Mizter Student Body President... Saint? You are comparing a High School Student (granted, our settings und environment aside) of being to the likelihood of a Hitler?"
"Vy, zank you."Looking up... he looked at Saint. Grinning... but not with the same amount of enthusiasm as he was showing before."Vorld Var II... an amazing display of German ambition. Und horrors. But az a war... it could've been prevented... right? Ja? Ze terrible war reparations of World War I... ze humiliation of being forced into a defeat, vithout zere forces completely defeated, loss of land, of dignity, or pride, taken avay. Ze retrieval of Saarland. Remilitarization of ze Rhineland. Austria... but I'm obviously not just talking about ancient history now, aren't I?"The Enforcers.
Mr. Asiv's death.
The lack of any Pillar support, leading Mitsuki Park, the 'School Captain' to be the only standing Pillar.
Student Restlessness Under Increased Enforcers.
Introduction Of The Canisters Into The School System.
Inefficient Student Hierarchy System.
The Burden Of Those Forced To Defend And Minister Themselves.
The Burden That The School Captain Forced On Herself.
The Continual Lack Of Support To The Student Body.
Aggressive Transfers Left Unchecked.
And Now...
Slowly, as "Unfettered's" thoughts burned these things into his head. Face contorting painfully into a rage, before just as suddenly smoothing out."...I have spent three years here, biding my time. Having taken down two Pillars... and finding out zat ze third doesn't even live here. Ze poor girl needs a break." he finished decisively."Vy veren't you here? Vy didn't you have ze power to defend zis school, Pillar?"Talking, negotiating was fine. Natural. The first choice. But when you're not even there to even talk... Well... talking took a lot of time. A lot of practice. And a lot of specialized skill. Something this school didn't have much of. Action, aggression was much more quick, much more decisive.
It seemed that 'England' and 'France' had both failed to prevent a war, yet again. 'Poland' was on the verge of invasion, 'Russia' was doing who knows what, and 'Germany' screamed for justice, while 'Italy' went on the rampage.
Looked like it was up to the 'U.S.' to take its long-ass time to save the day again.
Another Hiroshima? Another Cold War? The repercussions could potentially span for the next eight years, if not more, thanks to college being conveniently placed in the same vicinity.
...What was perhaps most surprising was how "Unfettered" took all this in, accepting Saint as a Pillar, linking this all into his own seemingly twisted logic. Justification? The thought to even invite Saint to join him seemed like a ludicrous dream from some far-away yesteryear. But... the invitation still hadn't been resolved.
Just a dream, dabbled in the gray area. If you looked at it optimistically.
The German was looking down at the grass away from the Pillar, making sure to keep himself contained... suddenly becoming silent, as if embarrassed from such outbursts, but nothing but this empty look of disparity and frustration appeared to show.OOC: I've left the descriptions of who 'England' and 'Italy' and 'Russia' and a lot of stuff vague, so that you can look at it from your point of view. And yes, a lot of this is purposely vague, but again, this is to show the inner-workings of "Unfettered's" mind. How you perceive it, however... Well...
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2008 22:28:13 GMT -8
A look of rage… hatred, it would have affected Saint greatly had this been the first time another student had looked at him like that. But no, this was nowhere near the first… perhaps two-hundred and first time. Sad that such a thing would be common now. He sighed quietly.
“Do you hate me now? Knowing who… what I am? Have I become a completely different person in your eyes? Because of my disappearance during the Gods, the three months after, or more recently… perhaps all three? Funny isn’t it…”
Spoken like a rehearsed speech, as it was through repetition. Saint had been in this conversation many times when his title came up with someone who was unaware and the reaction was always the same. From his own point of view it might have angered him, but trying to live by the platinum rule often meant all he could do was accept, explain, and accept again. This meant accept their initial anger, explain his side, and accept their conclusion. Again sad but this was the way of things now… he continued unchanged.
“I was so naïve back then… I thought I was merely supposed to be someone people could talk about their problems to, heh, how wrong I was. Perhaps had I known what I know now back then I would have never taken this position.”
He paused collecting his thoughts…
“My old school system was so different I didn’t know what it meant to be a pillar… that you must become some sort of God able to stop any threat, be anywhere and do anything. I wanted to bring a more peaceful attitude to this place but those were the dreams of a three-year old child, a rational person would realized this place will never change… and yet I still try.”
A short taunting laugh cut his words… yes he was taunting himself. Though if Jonathan was clever enough he could have figured out that his reference of ‘the dreams of a three-year old child’ was not a general comment on the naïveté of children but a comment that in terms of his memory Saint was only three.
“I had my own problems to deal with… that is why I was gone. I will not go into detail because it isn’t something for you or anyone but myself to know, after all you don’t go around telling everyone every little detail from your past, do you? Anyway… what are you going to do now?”
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Post by "Unfettered" on May 14, 2008 21:56:40 GMT -8
The Philosophers Quiet sigh from Saint... This in itself served to peeve off "Unfettered", but he relaxed for a moment.“Do you hate me now? Knowing who… what I am? Have I become a completely different person in your eyes? Because of my disappearance during the Gods, the three months after, or more recently… perhaps all three? Funny isn’t it…” 1) He was involved with the fight/war against the 'Gods'?
2) ...Wasn't even aware that he existed, three months ago.
3) Most recently?... Actually, he had been hopeful at the time. At the time.
...In a word, yes. But the term 'hate' was inaccurate. Disappointment, pity, and yet tasting with it the crack that would lead to the accomplishment of his current ambition.
1) If he was involved with the Gods... Well, that didn't matter anymore. The spoils were distributed accordingly, between Mitsuki, John Ong, and himself. His own fault for leaving, though, yes, it would've been helpful. For that matter, however, he couldn't care either way.
2) Yes. Along with his disappointment with the failing Student Hierarchy, the disappearance of not one, not two, but three of the Student Captain's Pillars would of course lead to a situation like this. A loss of respect from the masses, and a chance for power for a person like himself to prove himself. Someone would've stepped up, either way... It was an inevitable cause-effect scenario of nature. Otherwise... how could this be called a human society?
3) His goal was to leave a mark of kindness on Saint, spread his own influence, and curiosity over the true intentions of what the German intended. The fact that he witnessed Saint, in what he still called an 'act of hypocrisy' was merely a minor annoyance in comparison with the long-term damage of his absence had caused.
So... in this scenario, the German could easily say that he was sourly disappointed... but also happy to find in the recent settings of things that this boy was barely tougher than many of the Freshmen he'd fought recently. Just freakishly more fast. In that confident/cocky/asshole-induced conclusion, Saint was a Pillar of very little threat... but still a threat. Surveillance would be required, due to the lethality of the Pillar's tongue. It would be best to employ unreasonable people versus him, if put to.
And... it was perhaps the (maybe he was just imagining this) tired way in which Saint said it that really did irritate him, currently.“I was so naïve back then… I thought I was merely supposed to be someone people could talk about their problems to, heh, how wrong I was. Perhaps had I known what I know now back then I would have never taken this position.” ---Was this guy being serious? How long had corporal punishment been in place for? Nonetheless, the frown aside, he continued listening. Heavens knew the boy was at least patient... having listened to "Unfettered's" own philosophical rants. And in this way, he could also prove one more thing that Saint couldn't use with his clever words against him, as the German already noted that the Pillar was perhaps easy to earn more then a few badgering labels from.
Heh. Hitler.
Easily a compliment. Yet also a very exaggerated comparison, with additional labels attached to it. Already making the German sound like a terrible person... yet, without knowing the full extent of a thing, the German too understood why he himself and everyone else labeled things, perhaps ignorantly.
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Was the boy done talking?---“My old school system was so different I didn’t know what it meant to be a pillar… that you must become some sort of God able to stop any threat, be anywhere and do anything. I wanted to bring a more peaceful attitude to this place but those were the dreams of a three-year old child, a rational person would realized this place will never change… and yet I still try.” Most of which... ended up being more discussion into the boy's life story. But it was the discussion over the three-year old child that... No. No, it gave the German nothing. Nothing he could use, at any rate, though he stored the curiosity in mind. As long as it remained useless to him, he would keep it in lock... having already labeled Saint as aforementioned, this indeed meant very little to him, overall.
---Laughter. A brow raised in surprise. Or more accurately, in a 'What the fuck?' fashion. Leading the German to draw more questions and conclusions, but neither of which he'd admit to himself mentally or verbally, for aforementioned reasons.“I had my own problems to deal with… that is why I was gone. I will not go into detail because it isn’t something for you or anyone but myself to know, after all you don’t go around telling everyone every little detail from your past, do you? Anyway… what are you going to do now?” ..At this, the German finally stood, getting to his feet in a slow manner."...Vat am I going to do? Vell... it should or shouldn't matter to you, pending on vat you intend to do now." With an odd amount of warmth, the German closed his eye partially, bringing about a sincere smile to his face."But vatever it is... make sure you don't leave enough room for regret in ze future." |
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2008 15:17:39 GMT -8
“Having no regrets is the burden of those without a conscious. I will always have regrets about the past, especially when my choice leads to something bad happening to someone… even if I never really had a choice to begin with.”
Saint said somberly before returning a smile toward the German. It seemed his longwinded explanation might have had an effect on Jonathon but if he thought about the clever turn of words that he often replied with it would be easy to judge the smile as a ploy of sincerity rather than the real thing. For now Saint figured he’d take it at face value and choose to believe the better of Jonathon rather than think that the German was playing some mind game to gain some future advantage. It was better to have hope than dwell on how childish such a thing would be in such a situation as the one looming over the school.
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