The New Kid

[Cale Beoulve]

The dull thrumming of Cale's bike lowered, the firing of the cylinders growing slower, until at last the engine shook itself into a resting state. The metal stand clicked into place, the monstrous vehicle leaning down towards one side, and a blonde, young man swung his leg around to dismount in a smoothly practiced maneuver. Green eyes searching over the school, probably one of the few public highs with a decent enough reputation, as he thumbed a few buttons on the panel of his bike and, with a hiss, the sides of the bike beneath his handlebars expanded.

So, this is what I signed myself up for, he mused, peering over at a sparring match happening near a field a few hundred yards away. His hands roamed, operating from muscle memory as he removed half a dozen swords one at a time, placing them all together like an intricate puzzle. Whizzes and clicks sounded out as each piece melded together and locked in place until the full form of the sword took shape, Cale swinging it around his shoulders and sliding it into the holster draped across his back.

With a few more buttons his bike went into something of a lockdown, several failsafes in place that would ensure the beast of a motorcycle wasn't going to move unless someone managed to pick the entire thing up at once, and Cale started moving up towards the school as though he hadn't spent the last decade of his life being homeschooled in a small town out in the forests. Just before he got to the main entrance of the school, Cale picked up on a commotion taking place on the other side of the door and calmly stepped to the side even as a student came hurtling through the doors, arching a brow at the unconscous body laying halfway down the stairs while he moved in.

A group of thuggish teens were laughing, practically guffawing, amongst themselves, likely the ones who'd soundly thrashed the poor fool that got tossed, but they quickly stopped to stare as Cale strode in, eyeing the hulking sword strapped to his back. Cale, for his part, paid them no mind, making a beeline for the main administrative offices of the school.

"Something I can h--" the woman at the desk began, stopping and clearing her throat when she looked up from her papers to see the slab of steel that followed Cale into the room. "Sir, I'm afraid you can't have that on the premises."

"The SHCP," he replied, as though she hadn't just cited some inane rule. "I sent in all my papers last week. I'm here to start classes, but first I'd like to speak to the SHCP."

The woman wasn't entirely happy, brows furrowing as she responded, "Sir if you'll just leave your... weapon here, I'd be glad to find you a student escort to the--"

Cale reached over and picked up a map of the school laying on a shelf of pamphlets, once again ignoring the woman's insistance. "... ah, that's where it is. I'll be back for my schedule, just have to attend to some business." And with that he turned on his heel and walked back out with a renewed purpose, leaving the slightly red-faced woman to fume over his indignance.

It didn't take him particularly long to track the place down, especially considering that his progress through the halls went unimpeded. The students seemed all too happy to give him a good berth, which worked just fine for Cale. He hadn't come to make friends, he'd come to finish what schooling his father couldn't give him. When at last he arrived at the door for the SHCP's office, he knocked once and entered, clearing his throat somewhat loudly.

"I'm here to join the club," Cale announced, looking around at what seemed to be a very under-populated room.

[Stevie-Rae]

I looked up as the door swung open after only one knock. That was rude. I didn't like rude. I had just finished with my curls and was about to start on my bench presses when I decided to take a short break for some sweet iced tea. My eyes took in the kid and his sword. So, he wanted in, did he? We'll see about that.

"What is it that make people so damned rude around here?"
I mumbled before dropping the towel around my neck and taking another sip of tea.
"Club, huh? What makes you think you're invited, much less allowed to join? Nice stick by the way."

I said the last eyeing his sword with a wry smile.

"Most people who carry big swords are compensating or something or just wanna show off. So, which is it?"

[Cale Beoulve]

"I'd imagine that being part of a school that encourages fighting among its students doesn't do much to help their manners," he quipped, sizing up the brunette that was approaching him. It was a fair assumption that she was probably in charge, given that she was literally the only other person here.

"And this is a student organization," Cale pointed out, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I wasn't aware that there was a waiting list. Not that it looks like it'd be too full." He cast a pointed gaze out around the rest of the room before reaching back and swinging Ragnarok around his shoulders, setting the tip down against the floor. "This? Call it a memento. I've got better things to focus on than trying to show off."

[Stevie-Rae]

Here is the room btw:



I gazed back at him from my chair next to the table. Was he really being cheeky with me? He crossed his arms before looking around the room and pointing out I was alone. Fuck him. So he was compensating... I smiled at my tea before standing up and facing him. I'd stay there for now, eyeing his stick for another moment before looking back to his face.

"So, just because I am picky about the people I choose to be in my... club, it must entitle you to a seat? What makes you want to join anyhow?" My southern accent was really strong, not that I cared. It reminded me of my home. It reminded me of Texas.

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale's accent, on the other hand, was rather neutral. A sign that he had somewhat of a mixed upbringing, but far more cared for what he said than how he said it... although he would prefer to act, rather than to tell. "There's a lot of students in this school," he mentioned, shrugging a bit. "I'm not saying you aren't good at what you do, just that you might be spread thin a bit."

"Although," he went on, leaning back against the wall near the door, arms around the hilt of his large sword as he did. "I can just go on my way. Or you can stop trying to superficially size me up and see what I'm made of." One gloved hand wrapped around the hilt of his blade, almost protectively. "Just because I've spent most of my days training out in the forest doesn't mean I can't handle myself well enough."

[Stevie-Rae]

I blinked at him, still standing still. If he was hoping i would beg him to stay, he was wrong. It was true, I was spread thin, but it worked in my favor for now. With only one of me, I wasn't a threat to the Pillars and their Captain. At the same time, I was undoubtedly needing more people to join my ranks, as ordered by Mr Kaar.

When He grabbed his sword, I readied my pose, but only slightly. If he wanted a fight, he'd get it soon enough. So, he was almost saying he didn't want to fight but was prepared to. Nice. I might actually like this kid. I relaxed my stance and crossed my arms over my chest, a genuine smile playing at my lips.

"Why do you want to be a part of the SHCP? I kind of need to know your reasons."

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale's position remained, his grip still tight on Ragnarok's hilt, but since he had already been in a somewhat casual stance there wasn't much to give in that regard. Of course she needed some sweeping emotional reason for him to join. It couldn't just be as simple as him wanting to, could it?

"A lot of people think they're bigger than they are," he said, shrugging again. "I aim to remind them of where they lay, even if it means on the ground at that moment. I've heard the stories of what these schools used to be like, and I'm pretty sure that you lot could use some strong backs with strong morals."

"That," he grinned. "And it's the only way that I can keep my sword with me during the day. I'm not leaving it at home or disassembled in my bike."

[Stevie-Rae]

I stood there with my arms crossed, still smiling. He was much like I was then. He just didn't want people hurting others for no reason. All he had done was explained it differently that I. He had the position, but I needed to know he could handle himself.

"Those are good reasons. The same as mine in fact. You got the position. I don't have a pecking order. Not yet, anyway."

I'd need a few more people to decide on the order in which they came. Kaar said I could have as many as I wanted. He didn't care how many, but judging by the size of this room, it was built for several. I looked back at the boy, I still didn't know his name.

"I am Stevie-Rae Wilson. Nice to have you aboard."

I'd walk over to him and offer my hand. I was a Texan. Texans shook hands.

[Cale Beoulve]

So then he was definitely, if not THE first, one of them given that there was no pecking order already established. Militant though it may be, this was still a school. And if ability wouldn't create a system, popularity certainly would, not that he was exactly hinging on winning the latter. Luckily he had ability in spades.

Cale reached his hand out in return, black glove creaking slightly as they shook. It was the first taste Stevie-Rae could get of his monumental strength, much more than his size would belie, as his fingers tightened. Not nearly enough to damage bones, but certainly enough to let anyone who shook with him know it was probably a bad idea to get into an arm wrestling match.

"Cale Beoulve," he responded curtly, releasing his grip and picking Ragnarok up only to latch it back into the holster he carried.

He wouldn't show it, but he was waiting. There's no way the captain of a club meant to police the student population wouldn't put him through his paces.

[Stevie-Rae]

I smiled wider as he gripped my hand. Nice grip, not someone I'd mind having around often. I'd grip back, letting him know I was also not someone to fool around with. So long as I was in charge, I meant business... Most of the time... Occasionally I just meant to go and play. Maybe I meant not to trifle with me. I thought on it more as we let go and Cale put his sword back in his sheathe.

"You seem decently strong. I like that. It means you can handle yourself."

I would have liked to see how well, but I kind of promised myself I wouldn't fight for no reason anymore. Then again, this wasn't a meaningless fight, it had a purpose. Did I need to fight him? My face betrayed that I was lost in thought. Snapping back to I'd look him back in the eye and gave him a half smile as I waved him in. Making my way to the kitchen, I'd stop at the door and look back at him.

"Do you want anything? Hungry? Thirsty? Sweet tooth? Sour patch? I was gonna get me some sweet iced tea and some chips."

If he said he did, I'd bring him whatever he wanted. If he asked what there was, I'd wave him into the kitchen. He'd find out pretty fast, I was a laid back boss. That is, I am until I'm needed or stuff gets serious. Mostly, I just liked to hang out and chill. Sure I patrolled the school every hour or so, but still...

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale could certainly feel the power in her grip, but it was far from enough to intimidate him. "Decently," he quipped as the handshake broke. "Right." He followed her deeper into the club's room, taking a better look at the surroundings. Places to eat, relax, and train. The only three things that he would, in all honesty, really have much use for.

He quirked a brow again, watching the thoughts splayed out across her face. For someone who was supposed to be at the head of this organization, she didn't seem particularly good at hiding her thoughts. Cale had found long ago that it... benefitted those who wished to retain power not to show that they're losing track of their own minds.

"Sweet," he replied, clearing his throat. "Got a bit of a weakness where that's concerned." In truth, he already had a half eaten bag of gummy worms in one of his pockets, but he wasn't one to turn down food.

[Stevie-Rae]

I waved him into the kitchen and opened the cabinets that had the sweets. Steping back a few paces and grabbing a cup along with a bag of chips, I'd fill the cup with sweet tea and lean against the other side of the kitchen and allow him to pick whatever he wanted.

"Here ya go. We have all kinds of stuff."

After he chose something or a couple of things, I'd go back to the couch by the TV, sit down, and open my chips.

((OOC: Choose anything ya want. If you can think of it, we got it.))

[Cale Beoulve]

He was a bit impressed by the available spread, although he probably should have expected as much. With a school that was governmentally funded to more or less raise a youth army, it stood to reason that they'd have access to some good... treats. In this case, literally. He reached up for a bag of gummy bears, popping them open and shutting the cabinet before heading back in to the main area.

"So," he said, smacking his lips a bit as he sucked on a bear. "Do we just... wait around for something to go wrong?" Cale wasn't a particularly patient person. Tolerant, sure, but he wasn't really one to wait around and do nothing. Instead he walked towards the punching bag and gave it a small flick, sending it flying backwards on its chain a bit over a foot.

[Stevie-Rae]

I leaned back in my chair and smiled as he nearly begged me for something to do. I liked his spunk, but was still pretty unsure that he could handle himself with some of these students here. I hoped he knew the difference between hurting someone and stopping someone.

"Well, there is a gang that has been stirring up trouble recently. Kaar sent me a list of their names, hangouts, and faces."

I'd wait for his reaction before standing from my chair and making my way back to the computers. Pulling out a hidden drawer beneath the middle desk, I'd grab a manila envelope and toss it at Cale.

"They call themselves GPS. The leader is Genji Takaya. His top four followers are: Takashi Makise, Shun Izaki, Hideto Bando and Chuta Tamura. They have taken it upon themselves to completely rule this school. Kaar has instructed that we take the utmost precaution when dealing with them. They are a most formidable enemy. Not only that, but they seem to be gathering more students as they go. They don't have too many now, but if we let them go for much longer... Who knows."

Sitting down at the table, I'd gesture to the seat across from me. Taking a chip from the bag, I would eat it!

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale snatched the envelope out of the air as it flew towards him, walking to the seat and leaning his sword against the desk so it wouldn't get in the way of him sitting down. He listened to what Stevie had to say as he undid the string figure eight keeping the envelope closed, pulling the sheets out and fanning them in front of his face. Pictures, names, addresses, their class schedules, even their GPAs. It was like looking at a combination police report and report card.

"These guys don't exactly look like high school students," he noted, stacking the papers back up and sliding them into the manilla folder. "But it wouldn't surprise me if they purposefully failed a few years. Probably trying to retain what little sense of power they have until they don't have a choice to leave, or until they can get set up with a local gang." Although from the looks of things, they might very well be trying to start one of their own.

Cale was extremely confident in his own physical prowess, but not enough to throw himself into what might be a deathtrap. "I could probably take out their ringleader if I could get him alone, but I doubt any gangbanger'll want to scrap with me in a fair fight, even if I call him out," he predicted, cracking his neck. "Guys like these... they aren't exactly up for keeping things honorable. I can probably take them down one at a time without much trouble. Move up the ladder. Give them time to know I'm coming."

He cracked a small smile. "Hiding behind walls just gives me a warm up before I can get to them."