A Fuckin... Pencil. (Open)

[Leon]

One of his very few days off. To rest, relax... Recharge... The anniversary of the death of his older brother, he took leave from the Academy and duty at Cabal to drink his thoughts away. Celebrate the memory of his brother. Having called Ken, his younger brother and talked for a few hours he decided to hit a bar and drink a little bit while watching sports on the new tech televisions. This bar was regularly quiet. Mostly just veterans from the war paying respects to those lost, sharing glances and understanding between each other. Mutual respect was all that mattered here.

Most paid homage in some way to the Dragons for the many things they knew to have happened. Stories exchanged through hopefuls, or witnessed by the very souls in this room. They said Leon Sudeki was immortal through time, only killable in battle. It was the only rational explanation for someone who desired to take on the kinds of odds he did. The need to be that deep in combat all the time, to live life in constant danger. As he walked to the bar a place was made for him, with paper and pencil, his favorite drink sitting in wait with fresh ice.

Leon silently wrote his memoir's. His strategies and tactics. Things that could be taught versus things that had to be experienced. He lost track of time as two hours easily passed. His butt becoming sore from the poor cushion of the stool as he put the pencil down to take a drink. Seemed foreigners from a far off territory were traveling through and stopped in for a bite and drink. Three people, males of different heights, one smoking, the others seemed a bit more formal. Leon ignored them and watched the TV.

The three sat at the bar and began drinking, speaking some foreign language Leon didn't;t understand. It sounded dutch, but seemed to have a natural slur that had nothing to do with the drinking. Time passed and one of the guys drink spilled, rolling over Leon's papers as he tried to snatch them up to save from being ruined. The fate of someone writing in pencil however was to watch it fade. Eyes narrowing a bit as the bartender cleaned Leon's spot first before helping the three. They looked at Leon and one sneered.

"What makes you so important, huh? My drink is the one that spilled, piss on his doodles."

The guy complained as Leon waved a hand for another drink. The bar tender looked to the foreigners in warning.

"Don't do it, kid."

He was all but completely ignored as they moved to surround Leon, puffing out their chests and lifting their shoulders a bit. Leon simply sipped his new drink.

"Those doodles are a promise I made to my brother."

The guy smoking smiled in a mocking way, hitting both his companions to get them in on a mock chuckle he gave.

"Yeah? He dress like fag too?"

Leon raised an eye brow and looked at his clothes. The bar tender closed his eyes and shook his head, slowly ducking behind the bar. Other bar patrons seemed to attempt silently moving out of the way, unsure of how the Lightning Dragon would take the insult. It wasn't a secret Leon's brother died saving him from capture from an enemy force. He took another sip and put his drink down.

"Walk away."

Was his only order. Leon said it sternly and with as much warning as he could give. The guy on Leon's left grabbed him by the shoulder gripping his vest. Leon's right hand gripped the back end of the pencil and as he was turned around he stood quickly and in the same motion stabbed the pencil into the ear as far as it would go. The shock was real as he pushed the guy in front of him with his left hand, spinning and ripping the pencil out of the ear of the guy on his left , grabbing the guy on his right with his left hand and stabbing the pencil into the neck of that guy, pulling his shoulder down to smash his neck on the bar, throwing the pencil at the kid who he pushed, and retracting the throwing arm to elbow the back of the head of the guy whose chin was now resting on the bar, snapping his neck and crushing his esophagus. The kid caught the pencil about three inches in front of his neck with a gasp before smiling. Leon's right foot would flash into the back of the pencil, making the kid stab himself in the throat.

Choking as he fell back gripping the pencil in a mixture of fear, shock, pain, and panic, Leon reached over to the one he stabbed in the ear, who was yelling in pain hunched over. Grabbing him up by the hair Leon would drag him kicking and screaming as he approached the teary eyed, kid on the ground. Reaching down and shoving his hand like a vice around the kids throat pushing the pencil all the way in, poking out the back of his neck. Blood spewing now as the kid began to go into shock. Leon would make the kid watch as he smashed the guy with the pierced ear face first into the ground, until it was just a bloody crater, staring him in the eyes while he did it. Finally from a mix of shock and drowning on his own blood the kid would pass out and stop breathing.

Letting go of both bodies he would walk back to the bar. The third guy still hanging on the edge of the bar by his chin. His neck having broken in such a way it pinned him to the side of it. Grabbing him by the head and prying him off to fall to the ground as he sat back down. Reaching into his vest he would pull out some money and put it on the counter. Waving a hand as the Bar tender stood back up he would be given a new drink, a new pad of paper, and a new pencil.

[Allen Hollows]

Sitting in the corner, body wrapped in bandages and his arm in a sling from his fight with Blake, sat a blood covered Allen. Well, not covered, but coated. Yeah. Coated in blood flecks. He blinked several times at the insanity, the sheer amount of death that was just doled out, and cleared his throat.

"Um...supervisor?"

He was confused. This was...not how he was led to think about and trust in the Academy.

"....why...?"

[Leon]

Leon sipped his drink and when his Cabal title was brought up he shifted his eyes to the person speaking. He had heard of this guy. One of David's pupils as it were. He would look back at the TV and lick his lips.

"Insulting me is one thing. It can be over looked. Insulting the memory of a dead person who can do nothing to defend themselves. Disrespecting those lost during the War for Power. That is the Grave Punishment."

He'd take another sip before turning his head and shifting his eyes to look at the guy again. His eyes changing colors. The whites turning red, the rest turning gold as the pupil turned blue with a white outline, blue streaks appearing like cracks in the gold. Black designs appearing around his eyes as he stared at Allen to make a point.

"Insulting my dead brother will only wake the sleeping Dragon kept behind the cage so it doesn't plunge the world into another ten year war."

[Rhona Hall]

"I'd say was quite rough, Sir." Rhona walked up from the pinball machine. "Teaching lessons should be much more your intended path than leading your students with a blood-soaked path." She meant that he'd like should have roughed them up instead of flat out killing them. If it wasn't war he wanted she'd think he'd lust for less bloodshed.

She spoke in words she truly believed in even though she was feeling very similar last night. She had a few injuries still and they burned like shit. Vengeful... the same stories he spoke about brought her inspirations and hope that strength can come when it is most needed and be fueled by those who fought and lost that they'd not be in vain.

[Allen Hollows]

Allen swallowed and nodded.

"R-right...kill them, and they don't learn anything...."

This was the second time in as many weeks that he'd been taught a harsh contrasting lesson in Cabal. Was this really a facility of violence and death? He didn't quite understand....but would let Leon and this new woman speak.

[Leon]

Leon's eyes would melt back to normal as he sighed taking another sip of his drink. He had been many things his whole life. A proud warrior, a ruthless soldier, a god of vengeance, a dragon... Now a teacher playing at peace like his past was just something he could brush to the side. He was molded by battle and tempered in war. The blood that makes up the ink that writes his history could damn the souls of this entire city. Putting the drink down he would look at both and nod.

"With students... With future soldiers I would be lenient. Had it been any other day... No, I'd likely of done the same."

Reaching up and scratching his head with his right hand still covered in fresh blood, rubbing it in his hair like it wasn't even there in his mind.

"I forget myself.... This new world of peace. However, you have the right of it. Lesson better learned if they had lived through it."

Leon would look at Allen and prop his feet up high on the stool he was sitting on, putting his elbows on his knees, hands on his face, smearing more blood though thinly once again like he had completely forgotten its presence.

"How much restraint can you show? Do you believe you are without a tipping point?"

His eyes would shift back to Rhona., then he would tilt his head and purposefully look at the bodies laying on the ground. Should Allen look he would notice the two bodies nearest him where of Aaron and Phoebe Hollows. Bleeding from previous wounds, possibly still alive.

While if Rhona looked would see her parents burnt but breathing pointing at Leon, even going so far as to tell her "He did this."

SPOILER: Click to show

Illusion Casting Leon can cause someone who has a lower Perception than Leon's Energy to fall into an illusion for one post.

[Allen Hollows]

He swallowed at that, then closed his eyes. David had told him all about Leon's ability.

"I hate you for making me see this, Sudeki. And I will hurt you for it."

He opened them and turned his cold gaze on him.

"But you didn't kill them. Neither did those boys who thought to make themselves men of legend by taking you down. They didn't kill anyone. Insulting memory and taking life are different spheres of reality. You can't just kill someone because you don't like how they talk about you."

He continued to stare, his hand crunching a little on the cup he held. Fucking asshole.

[Rhona Hall]

She had looked upon them and saw charred bodies distinctive of what her parents looked like. Her mother's pearl earrings her father's metal plate that covered his skull peaking through burned flesh.

There was a negativity in her Chakra that awoken and stared over her shoulder it felt. It gnawed at her mind and he looked at Leon with a sick fury in her eyes. Her Jaw twitched as she grits her teeth. He did it... she could hear it. Her hands clenched and the sense that made was hard to sort out if it really did. Her hand was glowing as she concentrated her energy... She knew her "would-be-opponent" Leon... she had no chance she'd die. The urge to swing her fist into his gut.

She looked at him resisting with all her might.

[Leon]

Leon would sit back down flat in the stool and speak.

"I have no idea what I made you see. I infused my feelings of hate and revenge into the illusion I ordered you to see. Now we may speak on even ground."

He'd stand and wave his hand, the bar tender cleaned up his spot and took the money, the illusion having faded before he even spoke.

"Can you honestly say to me, after seeing that, that you could go through someone talking shit about it?"

[Allen Hollows]

Allen kept staring, opening his mouth to reply when he saw Rhona. His eyebrows went up and he leapt from the seat, bringing up his free hand to stop her as he stepped between them.

"Ma'am...don't....it's just....it's an illusion..."

He'd growl at Leon.

"And no. I can't say that for sure. I can only hope that I'd have the restraint and class to."

He blinked....realizing he'd just backwardly insulted Sudeki. That....might not end well.

[Rhona Hall]

Allen broke her focus his bright-eyed look seemed out of place in her "Illusion". It had to be an illusion... why'd they be here?

She looked at Leon and thought about his question. "People have talked shit about it... cheapened it even... toss in their graves if I'd not fight for their honor. But my fist is for the ones who thought their lives were theirs for the taking. Even if that was you... You'll see me making your shadow over us vanish..." and Allen would be worried about his insult Rhona didn't falter before her superior in this matter.

[Leon]

Leon's smile would take new form as the two gave their answers. the young Hollows male had resolve enough, though having been prepared for whatever he saw cushioned his reaction, he wondered as to their goal now considering the deed of killing them was done and he admitted they were right. However the reaction from the female... That one made him raise an eye brow. She had shown the least amount of restraint, had just about given into her rage, still felt it now, seethed with it, flowed through her even... It was hers, yet.

"There is foreign hate in your Aura. Yours is present, flowing, bursting in spurts, flaring like pulses, ripples in the air... Then there is another hate... It slithers and binds, squeezes and chokes... It's pointing your rage in any direction it can... I know this hate, you have fought Blake Oleander, yes?"

[Rhona Hall]

His note of it surprised her, she raised both her brows and blinked. But it's memory actually hurt her pride in how easy it was for him to notice. She pulled the neckline of her shirt to show him the fresh wound... or the one of few she received from him. "I hardly felt the need to protect myself as much as the shields helped. I did not think he was that dangerous... more so that I'd get infected by the dark aura that he sends through his blade." She slouched back and crossed her arms again. "Yeah, it is messing with me, latching onto that dark memory... with my parents." She pointed a finger at the bodies telling Leon that would be what she saw with his mind trick.

[Allen Hollows]

Allen swallowed, straightening.

"Mine were my siblings."

He turned around to look at Leon, his brows furrowing.

"Why do those with strength always think it's their right to toy with those deemed weaker? Is that all Cabal is? A place to gain strength?"

If so....he'd be sorely disappointed.

[Leon]

Leon thought on how to deal with the Aura infection running through the female, however when Allen asked his question it caused Leon to turn to look at him.

"I wasn't toying with you, boy. I was treating you as an equal to speak fairly and openly with you. If you wish it I could show you my vision."

Leon had other choice words for the insolent whelp, but chose to to speak them. However, to address his question and not his comment Leon would continue in his second breath.

"Yes, Cabal is a place to gain strength, but it depends on what you see as strength. Control over yourself? More power? Knowledge? Practical skills? Allies? A home to protect? Cabal will only give you what you give it. If you simply put in weak efforts with a half hearted expectation of the outcome, committing only part of yourself because of what someone else may be doing, you will gain nothing, and learn nothing. If your goal is to simply be an outsider looking in the entire time, that is what you will be."

Leon's eyes would change once more, the Seikatsugan looking through Rhona's aura, watching the interaction, trying to see if it weakened with time or became stronger, feeding off the darkness already present.

"As far as I can tell you have a few options. You can become more powerful than this... Disease, burn it from your aura with over whelming force. You could accept it's darkness, use it's rage as power. It could weaken over time and vanish on its own. There are risks to each option, if it is getting stronger the more hate you feel, then you would have to grow even faster to over whelm it. You could become a beast of hatred and rage, unstoppable except through death. And then the most neutral of outcomes, it could just never go away. My eyes can not see its flow, nor do I hold the abilities to manipulate the Aura's I see. My help is limited."