Patrol (Open)

[Krane Asiv]

Krane was on his free period and went to the Pillar office to change into his gear for his patrol. He put up his books and switched out his running shoes for his Pillar boots, sliding those on and then latching his gold armor onto the boots. Taking care to fit them snug over the boots. grabbing the long sleeved shirt from his locker and slipping that on before sliding on the gauntlets. Tightening down the fore arms and checking them over. Finally grabbing the final piece off the top shelf of his locker he would tie the forehead protector onto his head, that also worked as a sort of visor. Geared up and ready to go, the six foot male would make his way out to the halls...

Students scurried away, he wasn't sure if it was due to his armor being familiar to those who attacked the cafeteria, or that he was now a Pillar of the school, the Varsity Captain as it were.

There wasn't a lot of violence at this school besides outside attacks, and the small time gangs that rose up were put down easily enough, though from his understanding that kind of work was left to the S.H.C.P. Whatever, he just had to deal with first contact stuff for now.

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale was finished for the day. He had a backpack like most students, currently stuffed with high level math and engineering resources, things he tried to keep from easy view, along with an equal amount of tools to his learning suppliers. As he walked out of his most recent class it was definitely an odd sight to see the bag not on his back, rather held in one hand while Ragnarok sat in its designated place on his back.

It didn't take him long to get to his locker and stow his pack, shutting it with a flick that rattled the row of metal doors before turning to start heading towards his bike outside. With headphones in his ears blaring some sort of mix of heavy metal riffs and layered electronica, he was pretty much just expecting everyone to get out of his way like usual.

Which would be why, eyes cast towards the ceiling, hands in his pockets, the lanky blonde managed to bump shoulders with some armor plated jackass. He let out a small oomph and spun around, taking his ear buds out to give the guy a look, which quickly advanced to a glare.

"Watch it, Arthur," he quipped, unable to see past the guy's clear resemblance to some archaic Knight. Gold armor? It was about as unnecessary as it was flashy.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane bumped shoulders with another student having not been prepared as most avoided him anyways, as he turned and peered at the spikey haired blond with his right good eye he noted he had been listening to loud music and ignoring his surroundings. Then it seemed like trash talk was to be the next part of his day interacting with others.

"Arthur... He would be quite upset, He detests Gold. However you seem to enjoy Excalibur more than even he."

Krane would nod as if he had laid down the sickest burn ever. Though it was protocol at this point, then it dawned on him, the guy was carrying a weapon on campus.

"You know that weapon is against the rules, right?"

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale rolled his eyes at the "sick" burn. Like he'd never heard a joke about his sword. The guy's speech matched his armor, clearly he was born in the wrong century by a few hundred years.

"Yeah, and I'm the guy who helps enforce those rules," Cale shot back, pulling an SHCP badge out of his back pocket and giving it a quick flash before crossing his arms. "I've got some special exceptions."

[Krane Asiv]

"Ah. I am new to the hierarchy. I'm a Pillar, the Varsity Captain. My name is Krane."

He introduced himself. But wouldn't stick around to hear the S.H.C.P male's name.

"I'm also on patrol right now."

Krane would turn to leave.

[Cale Beoulve]

He darted around in front of Krane when he turned to leave. You didn't just get to walk away like that "That supposed to impress me?" he asked, barring the Captain's movement. "Look pal, I think your attitude could use some work."

Brusque as he was, Cale was still a believer in certain social etiquettes. Like giving someone a chance to respond with their name. "I don't care how important you THINK you are. So far as I'm concerned you're just another student."

[Krane Asiv]

When Krane's movement was halted by the Correctional Officer the green haired male stopped and listened, his good eye turning to a clock on the wall, he only had thirty minutes for this patrol and he hadn't got much done today.

Krane would look puzzled at Cale after turning back to him from the clock. He did not understand what he meant honestly.

"But, I'm not just another student... I'm a Pillar, just like you... You are a member of this school hierarchy. We are the strong, we monitor the weak. Order is maintained. Maybe you should work on your attitude."

Krane would turn to leave again, at least this time he would be heading down the hall in the direction he originally intended for the day... Wait... Shit he forgot which was he was going.

[Cale Beoulve]

"Hey, my attitude is right where it needs to be," he said, putting his hand on Krane's chest to keep him from moving, glaring the man down. "At least I've got the respect to wait around for someone's name. And, to be quite honest, you probably should have seen me coming with all the light streaming off of that... 'uniform.'"

[Krane Asiv]

"Is that how that works?"

Krane asked honestly, though when it came to avoiding Cale he would raise a hand to point at the obvious dead white eye with the large scar visible from under his headdress.

"You were on my left."

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale had sharp comment. The snappy comeback was screaming to get past his lips, but he bit his tongue and let out a breath. "Well," he pointed out, trying to default back to a cool, calm approach. "Maybe you should pan your head a bit if you know about that problem."

Still a bit scathing, but come on. Most people with a disability learn how to work around it.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane grinned realizing something. This guy was a hot shot who didn't worry about looking where he was going because of notoriety... Krane didn't worry for the same reason, they happened to bump into each other. That meant this guy was strong.

"I'm going to punch you now."

Cause he remembered his brother said it was a social norm to make sure your intentions were known. He'd step in with his left foot and throw a semi fast left jab aimed for Cale's face as a judge for the beginning of the fight. Gauge his abilities.

[Cale Beoulve]

"You're gonna what n--"

He flew to the side, smashing into a set of lockers. It wasn't often that someone just announced a shot like that, and he was much more surprised by what had just happened than any sort of pain. Cale picked himself out of the bent metal, doors opening and raining loose shards of paper and writing utensils out. His surprise quickly boiled away in lieu of anger, and in no time at all he was back up to his feet.

"Alright wise guy, your turn," he said, crouching down and launching into a dash, balling up one of his leather-bound fists and sending a hook straight at the same part of Krane's jaw that he'd been hit on.

You know, he'd even been TRYING to be nice this time.

[Stevie-Rae]

I was simply walking down the hall when I heard some commotion. Damn it was too early for this already. I headed that way at full sprint yelling for people to make way or be squashed. Finally clearing the crowd I saw Krane and Cale going at it. I let out a low growl.

"STOP NOW!"

I yelled at the two men.

"Cale, stop immediately. Krane, I believe, please cease this senseless violence. Cale, you and I have quite a bit to talk about. Please meet me in the SHCP Office. Krane, please continue your patrol."

I was completely prepared to put Cale down if necessary. This fight was over.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane was caught by the punch, he had heard the crowed move and had been distracted from the approach, turning him and planting his head into the wall. Pulling himself out with a huge grin, blood running into his hair and down the front of his face. Though he did hear the SHCP Captain speak, he wasn't sure if that would be the end of it.

"But, Cale is an exceptional warrior. I wish to fight him more."

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale smirked when Krane mentioned him being an exceptional warrior, appealing to a certain native sense of pride he kept. He liked this guy just a little bit more now, seemed like Krane enjoyed testing his limits too. "Yeah, Captain," he said, rubbing his hand across his lip to make sure he wasn't bleeding before winding his right arm around to loosen up the shoulder that had hit the lockers the hardest. "It's not pointless violence, we're just exchanging information."

Information on who wasn't to be messed with in these halls. Even if Krane and Cale might ever call themselves friends and this was all in good fun, which who could determine whether that would ever happen, seeing two warriors duking it out in the hallways or the courtyards of the school would certainly deter anyone from trying to pick fights with either of the two of them around.