Taking Over

[John]

"Knock, Knock. New dog on campus, woof, woof."

He'd chuckle to himself as he kicked the door in to the S.H.C.P office. Strutting over to a desk and shoving everything onto the floor.

"This is mine now."

He'd sit down and kick his feet up.

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale had been away for just a little too long, and he was probably way overdue for checking in with Stevie Ray... along with the oncoming lecture she was sure to give him over his extended absence. But hey, he'd had important things to attend to. A new weapon didn't perfect itself, after all, and he had to learn how to best use what he now had. There would likely be a few more of his little vanishing acts in the future as he finished new modes for Ragnarok, so Stevie was just going to have to get used to them.

However, as Cale neared the SHCP office it quickly became clear that something was off. The door was haphazardly left open, not something that he was used to seeing, and he couldn't hear the telltale signs of either food being munched on or the punching bag in the corner rocking beneath its chains. He rounded the open door and stopped short when he caught sight of the redhead sitting casually at Stevie's desk.

"Uhhh... who exactly are you?" he asked, getting straight to the point and crossing his arms as he crossed the floor towards the desk. "I don't remember hearing anything about a new guy."

[John]

Already it would seem one of the S.H.C.P officers was coming to see the commotion, so active in handling their own shit. He was honestly impressed. The dude seemed solid as well, which meant good things for the group as a whole. John would pull his feet down and sit forward placing his hands on the desk with a smile.

"John Summers, new S.H.C.P Captain."

He'd offer the intro with a little extra curve to his grin showing some teeth as he stared at the guy.

"Unless of course, you'd like to argue differently?"

His smile would finally break into a full toothy grin waiting to see the guys reaction, or response. Did he dislike the idea? Would he fight him for it? The possibilities were giving John goose bumps.

[Cale Beoulve]

The guy was cocky, that was sure. But from the look of him, Cale figured he could toss him through a wall if he needed to. But here he was claiming to be the new captain? "I've been away a little while but I didn't hear anything about a change in leadership," he said, bending down to lean on the front of the desk. "I'm not a big fan of having to report to anyone in the first place, but you might as well tell me where Stevie is so I can at least check in."

He stood back up, reaching back over his shoulder to unlatch Ragnarok, the massive greatsword adorning his back, and set the point down against the floor, letting it thud heavily against the desk to lean. The wood groaned, threatening to crack under the weight of the blade, as Cale crossed his arms again. "Sorry, but you don't strike me as the leader type."

[John]

"It's funny. Every time you speak I just want to kick your teeth in more."

John would lean back a bit and cough.

"Stevie is, preoccupied and thus relinquished her title."

John knew the actions with the great sword were meant to imply threat of use and power, but it wasn't going to work on him. John was blind with his own illusions of grandeur. It would take actually losing to show him anything beyond him being the best.

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale's jaw tightened when the supposed new leader threatened him, but tried to keep a level head. Better to let the anger simmer up, really let it get going, before trying anything. A slow burn was the best way to cook something. "I don't know what authority you think you have here," he said, arching his brows. "But I barely listened to Stevie and she actually respected me. I'm not in this little club for humanitarian reasons, and I've got no reservations about showing you why."

Until he saw Stevie again, or tracked down Asiv, he would have to take what John was saying at face value. "Stevie stayed out of my way unless she needed me to do something. Never had a problem with her because of it. But if you think you can toss out idle threats at me and expect a lapdog, you're sitting in the wrong chair. And you'd be hard pressed to find a chair that gives you that power."

[John]

John would chuckle at the accusations and respond in turn.

"I don't want lapdogs, lackeys, followers, or anything of the sort. I want people willing to step up or shut up. Capable of putting down the masses if they get uppity. This is a system of control, and we have all the power."

Summers would lean back in the chair now losing his composure and laughing heartily.

[Cale Beoulve]

There was something about the guy that just irked him. Odd coming from Cale, but he was a little TOO cocky. Cale might walk around with a chip on his shoulder but at least he tried to straddle the fine line of confidence and arrogance. He knew he could at least get one good hit in any fight, and sometimes that was all you needed to smack some sense into someone. But this guy...

He grit his teeth, reaching across the desk when John started laughing to show him that Cale was anything but afraid to step up. Gloved fingers digging into John's shirt, Cale wrenched him over the wood and sent his other fist hurtling towards the smug grin on the guy's face.

[Stevie-Rae]

Stevie-Rae would wave back at the young man that dropped her off at the school front.

"Thanks for the lift! See you next year!"

She'd turn back around and head straight inside to her office. It had been about two months since she had been here. Two months she had left with no word. Two months since she had left to the mandatory camp her parents would send her to every year. The only people who would have known about it would have been Mr. Kaar and Mr. Asiv. Stevie-Rae hated the camp, sure. But it was the only way she was able to stay in public schools and out of Juvie. So yearly, she would head to the camp for correctional behavior and stay there for two months. Nothing this place didn't already offer aside from being able to fight with little to no negative repercussions.

Stevie-Rae sighed a contented sigh as the students saw her coming and moved out of her way. Most turning and whispering. A vague look of concern in their faces. She'd get the dirty on them later and force their punishments herself. But for now, her office called. Turning the final corner that led to the long hallway leading to her and Mr. Kaar's office she'd stop short. The door was hanging off.

Well, shit.

Heading in, she'd take a look around before dropping her things with a thud on the floor. Hopefully, the two in the office, Cale and the new kid... IN HER CHAIR?! OH HELL NO!

"What a cute little lost puppy. Now... Whose in my chair?"

She'd say her hello's to Cale later. For now, Her office. Hers.

[John]

Cale finally made a move and grabbed John by his shirt, wrenching him from his position like a dog on a leash. John's smile wouldn't fade until the harsh impact of a fist caused his face to scrunch in pain, barely catching his feet as he hit the desk with his back, though he regained his smile very quickly, he spit blood to the floor.

"That's what I'm talkin' about."

However it seemed to devil herself walked in on this little ordeal and was known for putting up or shutting up.

"Well girlie, this puppy has some rather sharp teeth."

John would turn towards Stevie from his turned position with his right fist screaming upwards into a upper cut for her chin, he knew the likely hood of it working was low, which is why he would follow it up by stepping in with his left foot and throw a left hook for her face as well.

[Cale Beoulve]

John might have had ambition, but he wasn't terribly smart in a fight to ignore someone like Cale right in front of him. The black clad teen was between him and Stevie in a flash, hooking one arm around John's uppercut to stop it and spinning to block the left hook by slamming his forearm against John's elbow, locking both his arms spread.

"Sorry," Cale smirked, forcing John's arms wider. "That's not how it works here. Even assuming you didn't have to fight me to work your way up to fighting her, I'm none too keen on someone ignoring me in a fight. If you're dumb enough to try something as stupid as that, you're not fit to lead this group."

[Stevie-Rae]

Stevie took a step forward and tapped on Cale's shoulder.

"If he wants to fight me, let him. It's not like I can't take him."

Her voice monotone. If Cale were to look in her eyes, he would see a blank stare. As if she were daring him to argue with her. Even if she was gone for two months, she knew she could still best anyone is this school. Teachers included.

"If you don't step back, I'll move you out of the way."

She wasn't playing. The talk with Mr Kaar had shown her just how much she was relying on others. There was only ever you. Sure you could have others, but in the end, it only comes down to one.

[John]

John would grit his teeth, growling as his arms were caught in this front grapple. John was ready to fight it out in this position, but the words from Stevie caught him a bit off guard. He heard around the grape vine that she was a bit lenient, and soft. This definitely didn't sound that way, something was wrong with his information.

"Let's go then."

John would simply struggle with Cale attempting to look cool should Cale let go making it seem like John was able to shake him off.

[Stevie-Rae]

Stevie-Rae waited for what seemed like an appropriate amount of time before she finally gave up and literally threw Cale aside. Grabbing the back of his shirt and tossing him to the side. All the while, making direct eye contact with the kid. Cale's body would thump loudly on the back she of the sofa if he didn't catch himself before landing. It wouldn't hurt, but it'd prove her point. If he had a problem, he could catch up with her later.

"You want me, come get some."

Stevie would shift into a defensive stance.

[Jeremiah Sykes]

Jeremiah was strolling along, trying to find the correctional police when he passed a door. The thing was open so he slowed and peered inside- ah, the sign said SHCP! Seeing Cale getting tossed aside as the woman made a break for John, Jeremiah would step inside and attempt to grab her by the back of the hair, pulling back to attempt to throw her back out the door. His eyes would stay on John the whole time.

"You S.H.C.P Captain? I wanna join."

He wore a simple black leather jacket and blue jeans, but was quite large. Like, almost seven feet.

Stats:

Attack: 13
Speed: 10
Defense: 13
Perception: 9
Energy: 5