Deutsche Küche: Building A Restaurant (Open)

[Aureus]

OOC: *Falls* 'S what I get for not reading closely enough.

IC: Hahahaha, WRONG! Fuck off. I suppose a mix of heroine and Brimstone throws off your senses. Yeah yeah excuses... How 'bout I kick your ass?! Bring it!Just you wait... "Meh," The Pillar replied, angry with himself. What if he didn't get the job now? All because of this stupid mistake. Annoyed, Aureus mumbled a bit more before casting a look of disdain towards the door. Someone had just entered.

It took a while for him to realize who. After all, he had only met Valekin twice, and both times had involved Chi in one way or another, and she took precedence in his memory. Regardless, he didn't feel one way or another about the boy. Sure, he was crazy and sadistic, but in an oddly precise way. Wasn't like he was going around maiming people for no reason. And so the teen's only reaction to the Serb's appearance was a nod.

Johnathan's little comment was a bit curious, and piqued the Pillar's interest. What else did the German have in mind? Hopefully he'd find out soon.

Not long after came a nice hearty bellow that almost knocked the Junior clean off his feet. Who? What? Where? he thought, stumbling a bit. And before his eyes was a rather humble looking boy. As with most people, Aureus made his judgment quickly. 'S'alright. A little... too enthusiastic, but not bad. Yet, anyways. Watching the newcomer as he made his way to his seat, the boy maintained his usual countenance. Again, he offered a simple nod.

Then, an change of pace; it seemed the main event was about to kick off, and Thrush would be the ring leader. This should be interesting...

To sum things up, Thrush was calling for change. And like so many before him, he was damn good at playing the role of the zealous leader. For some reason or another, however, these movements never really met their goals. Like that Cliff kid. What ever happened to him? No one was really sure, despite all the crazy rumors. The whole thing seemed pretty rehashed, albeit the intentions good ones. When all was said and done, the Pillar stepped forward from his leaning position towards the German.

"I've heard all this before. Everyone wants change, though I'm curious as to how much of this you have planned out. If you can prove to me this is worth it, I'll help you," He stated plainly. That's pretty much all there was to it.

["Thrush"]

"Thrush's" Response. Not 'His'.

"I've heard all this before. Everyone wants change, though I'm curious as to how much of this you have planned out. If you can prove to me this is worth it, I'll help you."

And there he was. Mizter Hayes. Not suprised at ALL zat zis man stepped up, especially since, unlike Jonathan.. they had fought twice. Kekekekeke. And, obviously, for keeping his Pillar position for so long, of course there was a lot more wisdom behind zat cranium of his then most unsuspecting people would.. well, suspect. A smile, because, Mizter Hayes had stepped forward as he had asked, but.. probably not in the way that he had intended. At any rate, he wouldn't call him out for zat.. so..

Zat vild grin ran up his face.

"..OOOhhh.. Don't get ME wrong, Mizter Hayes. I'm just ze messenger.. How would I know if ZIS is worth it, ja? We haven't even DONE anything yet. And I much, MUCH prefer action over words..."

Leaned back my head a little derisively, no longer going for the 'formal' part. The first part had been rehearesed slightly, with a little bit of improvisation. This part was "Thrush" himself. "I speak only on behalf of Jonathan on zis matter... but, let me zee if I can't put this down in an understandable tone."

And at this point, it was no longer just some sort of announcement. He was looking directly at Aureus, but speaking loud enough for the rest of them to hear... "..Zat ve have a major problem on our hands, comrade. You have seen it FIRST HAND. Ze transfers are coming in by the pile. And not ALL of zem are as PEACEFUL as ve VOTH would like, ja?"

Slammed his hand down onto the nearby table. Baring his teeth in almost some sick delight. Eyes all on the Pillar. "..Do you remember ze first time ve fought? Not Mr. Stutter-Fuck and me, but just ME? I vas playing ze part of ze sick fuck. I AM a sick fuck, tezting out ze strength of the Pillars of this school. Nominal, you guys are nominal, but outmatched. And zome of zese new transfers are, if rumors are true, absolutely fucking powerful. Solution?"

He stopped baring his teeth.. and replaced it with a much more subtle smile..

"Ve beat ze shit out of any and all insurrectionists, revolutionists, vhatever. Meaning we're a bit of a hypocritical group.. for now. Until we are recognized as a formidable system that works to reinforce ze Pillar system. An old many put it simply thus.. "To want peace is to prepare for war." And don't fool yourself. As for ze aware and active people at 259... including ze S.H.C.P., ze Pillars... and even Asiv's 'Brimstone'... zere are very few of us. And numbers have a way of crushing the few, through sheer destruction of endurance. Not to say I just suggest ve just 'band together and fight like bruzzers'."

Again, that smile....

"...You are already in zis plan, vether you like it or not. Ze moment you stepped into this restaurant, so long as you commit yourself to it, be aware that excess funds from our profits will be used in technological advances in ze school. Weapons. Gaining 'school trust'. Zat sort of thing."

"...And in case you're wondering, we're SCARCELY ze 'good guys'.. ze plan is zimple. Better numbers plus better technology, equates to a better chance to crushing all Transfers who try to disrupt ze school pattern. Absorption, into our school. Conform zem. Beat zem to dust, if need be. But obviously, zis alone won't be enough. Ve, ourselves must get stronger. And ze best way to sharpen one's fighting skills?"

"To fight."

Laughter. It resounded. He slammed down his hands on the table multiple times... shaking his head...

"..Zis is a war of SUPERIOR TECHNOLOGY, I'm calling for. VE are ze ROMANS. ZEY are ze BARBARIANS. Zo long as we don't give into corruption, ve are invincible. But zen, zis is, after all, a democracy. Whether you actively help or not is up to you."

The United Stats was a democracy. Its foundation was on capitalism. Free men founded it. Free men enslaved it. And free men broke away from the mother country to do it. Jonathan had the ideals to keep the peace at this school. Because, simply put, that was their situation. Would they let it get of hand? To be aware and do nothing, after all, means that YOU are at fault.

..Turning away, he walked over, and sat down, holding up a wine glass, swirling it a bit. Drank some. "..I am fighting. Regardless if you follow me or not. I don't know if zis is ze right plan. Zis is not something with honorable intent. But action must be taken, so, ve are trying to take action. Zis is vhy I call upon ye, who would hear me out for ze restaurant."

"..But ja. Your turn, Mizter Hayes. Mr. Kaluskov. Miss Scorn. Mizter.. vhatever-ze-hell-you-are-Irish-Man.."

Going through his pocket, he unfurled it, pushing it to the other side of the table for the others to see. The 'Militia' Gang Organization Charter.

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC:It's always been hard for me to rp when so many people are in one thread. Sorry!!!


Still seated nicely she was skimming the menu, still curious about the restaurant. Menu tilted upwards in her hands as those eyes read the text. She almost jumped out of her seat when the annoying Irish male had entered and she'd only granted him a sidewards glance before going back to her menu.

"Nice to meet ya' all!"

"Konichiwa, mina-san."

Eyes still fixed upon the menu, letting her hand rise to wave int he direction of that boy.


"..W-Welcome.. I-I a-am Mr. Winters.. g-glad y-you c-could j-join u-us.. M-Mister... u-uh... F-FitzGerald, w-was i-it?..."

Jenna was listening, but was still looking at the menu.
She'd only been introduced to German food when Johnathan had made her some wonderful dinner, now she was curious as to what they'd be serving."Aye sir!"

OH.
My.
Fucking.
God.
SHUT.
UP!!!!



"U-Uh.. j-just t-take a-a s-seat, w-will b-be g-going o-over s-some th-things n-now.."

That boy, and his fucking mouth. She was highly irritated with the new comer already, and they hadn't even spoke yet. Now, keeping her eyes focused on the menu, searching for the desserts.


"..Ja... vut Jonathan was talking about.. Ve have.. a most dire, and serious problem.. on our hands..."

That voice...

The menu dropped from her, fell from her fingertips and would fall lightly onto the table. She had her back to him before, but now was letting her head circle in his direction.


"..For any who do not recognize me? For those who do? You may know me and call me as.. 'Thrush'."

She swallowed, palms instantly sweaty. And now as she placed them upon the smoothness of the table she'd almost bite her lip.


Whats going on?

She'd look now, letting those eyes trail upon each being in the room. Had they all met Thrush before? Like she had?


"..Rise up... step to me, if you heed my call of arms.. if you heed my call for a 'Militia' of #259..."

Her eyes only blank for a moment, now her head tilted to the side and she smiled.

So, this is what he had in mind.

She'd recall back to the night where they'd dined together.
And it was all starting to make sense.

"I've heard all this before. Everyone wants change, though I'm curious as to how much of this you have planned out. If you can prove to me this is worth it, I'll help you,"

Her head snapped in his direction now, blinking her eyes.

"We have to try, nothing will ever get accomplished if we don't try..."

Her voice was small, almost dainty.

She sat up in her seat.

"Thrush is right....We have to fight..."

She looked from person to person, in hopes that they felt the same as she.
Now letting her eyes fall on Thrush.

"I'm no leader, but I'll do all that I can."

I promise.

[valekin]

Valekin had remained silent, taking a seat on whatever was convenient. Now, at the end of the speech, and the end of Calamity's response. The maniac couldn't contain himself. First his gut reeled then he burst out laughing. Hysterically. It took him several minutes to regain his composure after that. And this was to be expected from Valekin, they were talking about fighting an institution with nothing but their fists and makeshift weapons. A school nonetheless.

To gain what?

Power? Power was something you obtained through single pain and strife. No group can accomplish lasting power. It's never happened before. No empire has lasted forever. No empire will last forever.

"SUPERIOR Technology? Revolutionists? Fighting like Brothers? You don't know the first thing about warfare. You don't know the first thing about fighting like brothers. Sure, your numbers can crush their power after a while of battering their gates. But the thing about a juggernaut is this;"

"They can't be stopped."

Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha....[/i]

That hysterical laughter again.

"And if you are to incapacitate one, just one. Do you know how many of your people would be incapacitated as well? You're talking about people. This isn't some fantasy you are talking about, or is it? It seems like you're willing to put every single one of us on the line. But are you really? Could you live with having some of our deaths on your conscience?"

He smiled, baring sharp teeth, wicked eyes, and a resolve that was unstoppable.

"Could you send Calamity, or this fellow here? Or anyone else to their deaths? And as for your superior technology."

Ha!

"The only one with any kind of weaponry is myself. And none of you are soldiers. You, Thrush, are weak. You are not a soldier. And you? And the man moving you like a pawn, which proves your weakness, is not a soldier. Where are you going to get your superior technology? From me?"

The Serb was in Thrush's face now. Moving practically unseen. Those nasty claws so close, so lethal. So threatening. Provoking an honest response. The monster could tear him apart now, without batting an eye. And Thrush knew it, he had seen it through Johnathan's eyes, through Valekin's own eyes.

"Those are the questions you have to answer if you want my help. Because I'm not going to be your only card."

He spun on his heel, and started to leave. Walking near a wall, and stretching out his arm to it, digging his claws into the wall. Leaving five deep grooves to be recognized.

"You have a day to answer me. Or I'll be very angry."

With that, the bell had rang, and he was gone.

["Thrush"]

Deep Disappointment

"We have to try, nothing will ever get accomplished if we don't try..."

Heartening words. THERE WE GO! THAT'S SPIRIT. And who's it from? Why from the lone little girl, CALAMITY! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

"Thrush is right....We have to fight..."

A smile. Appreciative. FINALLY some sort of support...

"I'm no leader, but I'll do all that I can."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... There's hope for YOU yet, girl---" "SUPERIOR Technology? Revolutionists? Fighting like Brothers? You don't know the first thing about warfare. You don't know the first thing about fighting like brothers. Sure, your numbers can crush their power after a while of battering their gates. But the thing about a juggernaut is this;"

"They can't be stopped."

...Thrush stopped completely in his tracks, on his compliments of Calamity. Where the HELL did this come from? Slowly, turned towards this guy. The Serb. And kept a chilling quiet. Seemed like "Thrush" wasn't the only 'speech maker' here. ..Though, must admit, through the first seconds of listening to this bastard yap his mouth off Mr. Kaluskov pointing out some really important issues, that he wanted to roar back at him 'DUMBASS! OF COURSE. THIS IS HIGH SCHOOL. BUT DOES NOT REVOLUTIONARY THOUGHTS START IN HIGH SCHOOL!? IS THAT NOT WHY IN COLLEGE IN THE 1960's THAT THE FUCKING HIPPIES CAME OUT!? DO NOT REVOLUTIONS COME FROM ORDINARY PEOPLE SEEKING CHANGE FROM DAILY LIFE!? THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK! AND WHAT JUGGERNAUT ARE YOU SPEAKING OF---

"Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha...."

"And if you are to incapacitate one, just one. Do you know how many of your people would be incapacitated as well? You're talking about people. This isn't some fantasy you are talking about, or is it? It seems like you're willing to put every single one of us on the line. But are you really? Could you live with having some of our deaths on your conscience?"

...This guy IS a dumbass. He's talking about 'Gods Among Men'. And talking about irrelevant things. Okay, ya, the fact about 'sending people to their deaths' is sort of important, but where ze HELL did he pull out of his ass the topic of 'juggernauts'!?

"Could you send Calamity, or this fellow here? Or anyone else to their deaths? And as for your superior technology."

..You'd be surprised... I'm not 'Jonathan', thank you. DON'T PUT ME IN ZE SAME FUCKING BOAT AS HIM. ..And what about ze 'superior' technology?..

"The only one with any kind of weaponry is myself. And none of you are soldiers. You, Thrush, are weak. You are not a soldier. And you? And the man moving you like a pawn, which proves your weakness, is not a soldier. Where are you going to get your superior technology? From me?"

This guy really was starting to piss him off. Not because he was 'right'. Actually, it was more because of how INATTENTIVE he was to the whole thing. DID HE NOT HEAR the whole SPIEL I vented out to him, on ze whole SPEECH that I worked for several months to memorize down!? RESTAURANT PROVIDES FUNDING. FUNDING IS MONEY. MONEY IS USED TO BUY THINGS. And then, he calls us weak. DO YOU KNOW WHERE SOLDIERS COME FROM!? They are... TRAINED normal people. They are not a separate breed. A soldier obeys, and does his orders. Your are an insurrectionist, you piece of shit... You fought and died with your 'brothers-in-arms'? Then you of all WOULD understand how the fuck it's like then... HAH. Maybe you're just too desensitized and bitter that you can't even hear me..

My crotch was in the Serb's face now. Moving practically unseen. That large piece of meat, so lethal. So threatening. Provoking an honest response. The monster could tear him apart now, without batting an eye. But then, it was a 'reactive' response. Trained to get horny when he was angry, so as to rape the enemy. 'Jonathan's' idea, "Thrush" being the tool. And "Thrush" literally pulsating with rage.. was.. quite frankly, pulsating down there.

"Those are the questions you have to answer if you want my help. Because I'm not going to be your only card."

I'm NOT asking for CARDS, I'm asking for PEOPLE.

"You have a day to answer me. Or I'll be very angry."

And then, even though they weren't anywhere near school... a bell rang. "Thrush" could only guess that it was a cellphone ringing outside, but the fact of the matter was that he was very quiet, hunched over a table, hair before his eyes.

"..I'll be dealing with him later, zen... Anyone else have problems? I'll explain it to you..." ...AFTER I'm done beating that rich boy's ass into the ground.

For a lack of words?

He was deeply disappointed by the fact that Mr. Kaluskov... for not hearing a single word he said, nor showing a tip of common sense in one of the FEW times that "Thrush" had ever shown common sense as a strong point..

[Jenna Scorn]

OOC: I thought I'd post b/c no one was. Wanted to keep this thread alive.





"They can't be stopped."

She shook her head, resting her elbow against the table top for a long moment before letting it fall into her lap. As she let her eyes fall upon her finger strands would fall into her face.

Valekin almost had a point.
Almost.


"Could you send Calamity, or this fellow here? Or anyone else to their deaths? And as for your superior technology."

Her head slowly turned towards Thrush now. Her tongue flicking to lick her chapped lips. Watching carefully.

Could Johnathan send her to her death?
Would he?

"Those are the questions you have to answer if you want my help. Because I'm not going to be your only card."

Your only card?!

Was he implying that the others couldn't help?
That the others weren't equally significant to Johnathan's plans?

Browse furrowed, almost ready to spit some sort of remark in the knights direction.


"You have a day to answer me. Or I'll be very angry."

Valekin headed towards the door, she stood, to fallow him. Her hand reaching out to stop him, her mouth opening to speak.

"Valekin......wait..."

But he was gone, out the door and down the sidewalk now.

She sat in her seat now.

Eyes looking towards Thrush in that sort of 'what now' look falling into her eyes.

[Aureus]

Blah, blah, blah. It's always the same thing with these people, get stronger, violence, non noble intent. It's all as overused as the movie industry. Yup... The Pillar thought in response to Thrush's reply. It was nothing new to him, but what else was there to do? Maybe if people went with it full force, it would work, but that was a long shot. He'd just keep doing what he always did, and that pretty much coincided with what the German wanted. The main attraction for him, however, was the job at the restaurant. It would be a new, interesting, and productive use of his time.

After that, all the drama with Valekin started up and Aureus ignored it. It was stupid, and didn't really concern him. In the mean time, he picked up the bottle of the alcohol Johnathan had poured before, and emptied it into a glass. Bringing it to his lips, he watched the scene with little interest.

"Now that that's over, are there any more job specific details we should know about, and...when do we start?" he asked, twirling the glass in his right hand.

["Thrush"]

OOC: Sorry. 'Nother crappy post. Just gonna end this thread, so we can fast forward this. You can still reply your final posts and/or thoughts if you want/can.

Instruction

"Valekin......wait..."

"What deh fuck's his problem, eh, boyo?"

"Now that that's over, are there any more job specific details we should know about, and...when do we start?"

Slowly just.. taking it all in.

"Thrush" sat down.

"...Vell... I'll start by taking care of his sorry ass tomorrow---I mean, we'll go through some basic instruction of your duties in here. I'm temporarily suspending ze monthly Gang Fees, until this operation is underway. After we've done some training for a few months.. we should be gut to go.. ja?"

..And with that... he slowly drew up some notes from his pockets, and began indicating towards the two--three of them.

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"OYE, OYE, OYE, OYE! WHADDA YA MEAN I DON'T GET'TA DRIVE BUSES!? I THOUGHT THASA WHAT BUS BOYS WERE ALL ABOUT!"

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..This was going to take a lo-o-o-o-o-ong time.