Zeniro...Library...Crayons? (By popular demand.)

[Zeniro]

To say Zeniro looked out of place was an under statement, he sat quietly away from the other people in the room, or perhaps it was they who stayed away from him. Zeniro's hulking body made the table and chair that he occupied look like they belonged in a cresh rather than a highschool. It was clear that his attention was set firmly on something that was placed on the table infront of him, his right arm making violent and sudden movements from time to time as he scrawled wildly on the A4 paper infront of him. Clutched almost menacingly in his hand were a bunch of wax crayons, the once pointed tips ragged and blunt as they were almost crushed into the paper. Zeniro's teeth clenched in anger and much to everyones unease in the room he let out a loud growl before slamming the crayons into the paper over and over again.

Just as suddenly as his outburst had started it had stopped, the only movement noticeable was from the slow rise and fall of his shoulders as he took in a few heavy breaths. This was meant to be part of his rehabilitation, at least an hour every week in the library where he could study, read or in this case draw. Drawing was also part of his rehabilitation, his councillor had asked him to draw an image using wax crayons, the reason for the wax crayons was that these were theoretically the least lethal tool he could have given Zeniro to draw with. Earlier that week Zeniro had firmly lodged a sharpened pencil into the Bicep of another delinquent during detention, the only reason Zeniro wasn't punished severly was because the teacher in the class was on the brink of doing the same thing themselves.

'Who the fuck uses crayons in highschool?'

A low chortle came from a voice to Zeniro's left, a jock of some description had off handedly remarked about Zeniro's rehabilitation a little to loudly to the young cheerleader-esq girl hanging dreamily from his arm. Zeniro rose silently from his chair taking a handful of crayons with him as he did. Turning to face the jock and the cheerleader he noticed now that their backs were turned to him. Most days Zeniro would have simply attacked the young man from behind, Zeniro wanted the jock to be facing him however so he decided to speak out. His voice low and clear as he spoke, his tone evidently dangerous.

"It's part of my rehabilitation...apparently it's theraputic and will stop my inclination toward violent outbursts..."

The Jock turned around, Zeniro saw that their stature visibly shrunk as they did. This guy didn't want a stand off, when he laid eyes on Zeniro he was visibly shaken and stumbled backward slightly out of nervousness. Zeniro had walked purposefully toward the Jock as he stumbled and with one swift movement his right fist slammed into the jocks nose, the crayons held firmly in his grip cracked and splintered under the sheer force of the blow.

Once the Jock's body had settled on the ground and his eyes had rolled into the back of his head Zeniro stood over his body, his face void of expression as he opened the jocks mouth and stuffed his broken crayons into his mouth. His task done he stood up and looked at the few shocked faces around him, ignroing them he looked back to the jock.

"I guess they were wrong..."

[Li]

(Li)
I sighed. "The least you could've done was spare the cr'ons thier misery." I scratched my head as I stared at the now broken crayons stuffed in the jocks mouth.
"I hope those were the non-toxic ones. I hear there's still a company around using toxic wax." I said with a flat voice. I looked at the fidgity crowd around me. I would've probably joined them as well except that Varron probably desensitized me too much. I stepped over the jock and and now screaming cheerleader sprawled over her "dear" and walked up to the student who was responsible.

"Would you mind drawing your cr'ons somewhere else? I think you're disturbing a few people." and not to mention, my sleep. I purposefully said "cr'ons" instead of crayons simply because I used to know a friend who would say crayons that way. He was wierd, but so was I for letting it stick I guess. I could already see people looking away as if I was crazy. I probably was, I mean, what kind of idiot provokes a supposedly spontaneous "animal" whose psychiatrist recommends him to let his anger out on a 8x11 1/4 sheet of paper? Me, I guess. Better yet, I was probably testing his temper more by simply conversing in such a relaxed manner. Ah well. I reap what I sow eh?

[Zeniro]

Zeniro heard a causual mumbling behind him. At first he brushed the noise off, perhaps they were already beggining to talk about what had just happened, however there was only one voice, the rest of the room bar the sobbing cheerleader were left in stunned silence. Zeniro frowned slightly rolling his powerful shoulders as he forced himself to relax. Then he began to listen to those words, slowing his footsteps to a gradual stop when he realised that those words were indeed directed towards him. Zeniro clenched his jaw, he wasn't comfortable with talking to strangers...in fact he hated talking to them. Before he turned to meet the the owner of the voice he ran a through scenarios through his head...he could talk, beat them into oblivion or he could ignore them. Ignoring seemed to be out of the question as Zeniro turned around, the only question was. Would he talk? or would he silence the voice by breaking the owners jaw.

As his eyes met the smaller and clearly more fragile student Zeniro found himself confused...he had seen this one before in Varron. With that other one...Zerreth. Zeniro's predatory eyes searched the students face, then the name came to his head, Li. Fortunately for Li Zeniro had already had a release of agression, as a result his temper was a little cooler. However his antisocial nature would rule any friendliness out of the question. And so as he spoke his tone was low, and evidently agressive.

"I don't take kindly to people asking me...or telling me what to do. Besides Li, what do you care if they are toxic or not...In fact I hope they are, that way when he's vomiting up blood he'll know to keep his mouth shut from now on."

As he spoke Zeniro allowed his gloved hand to flex ever so slightly, those varnished black claws that were supposed to be nails grazed menacinly against the leather. Zeniro's body looked as if it was poised to spring into attack at a moments notice, this constant state of almost paranoid alertness was one his his trademarks. He could go from conversation to combat in the blink of an eye. However it did not mean that he would. Li's next answer or action would be the turning point. Zeniro waited impatiently...his dark eyes locked on Li's.

[Li]

(Li)
I let a low whistle. "You knew my name. Though with that tone of voice, it almost sounds as you're not to happy with remembering." " I averted my eyes keeping Zeniro in my peripheral vision. As I saw my reflection off another's glasses, I realized I had already instinctively narrowed my eyes. While my hands were in my pockets, I still could feel a slight tension throughout my arms. Was this the lust for fighting I habitually developed in Varron?

I've seen this student before. Not in Hircine, but in Varron.... Which would probably explain this sudden urge. Interesting. I didn't know I still had such feelings towards fighting. I wonder how I'm going to have to explain this to Zerr? I looked back at this student and stared back at him. I took my hands out of their pockets while keeping in mind that this was a library. There were too many students and objects in the way. If I were to engage in close combat, I would lose. No doubt, and I'm not one for bar fighting.
"You know, if those crayons were toxic, we'd have an ugly issue on our hands... or more like... the floor wouldn't it? And besides, cleaning the floor isn't a very fun thing to do."

I walked over to a chair leaning my hand against it. "I don't think anyone really likes to be ordered around, but it wouldn't hurt to think of others wouldn't it? I mean, they say an extreme of selfishness makes a politician, or not." I probably shouldn't put up this charade of having such a dizzy personality but it's been such a while. I've let those around me influence me and in turn I display such influence in my changing mannerisms.

[Zeniro]

Zeniro listened idly to what Li had to say, his body almost visibly rippling with tension. His sleevless denim jacket and taught muscle-t acting as an under shirt meant those powerful arms were visible and the sinewy muscles grew taught as Zeniro continually flexed his grip. For a time Li averted his gaze from Zeniro, the angle of his head and body however suggested he was atleast keeping half an eye on the Maori, which would be good enough to stop any surprise attack. Zeniro noted this, Li wasn't stupid and he wasn't about to turn his back on a man who had just force fed crayons to another student. Zeniro often took people looking away from him as a sign of weakness...oddly enough their was a lack of fear in the body language of Li, either he was extremely adept at hiding his fear. Or he simply wasn't afraid, this in itself was almost refreshing. Zeniro rarely experienced conversation...in any form, usually it was panicked snivelling or begging.

In an act that was almost defiant Zeniro watched as Li soon met his gaze once again. Li's once passive gaze resembled more a boxers stare down. Zeniro also noted that the smaller youths hands had been taken out of his pockets. However Zeniro's instincts told him that their was no threat as yet from Li. Li was smaller and weaker in strength and the two were in an environment that demanded a fight to be in close quarters. For Li to attack Zeniro now would be suicide. Zeniro knew this, oddly enough he hadn't taken advantage of it himself...he knew he could have Li sprawled out on this floor also. Granted Li may put up more of a fight than the Jock did...but at the end of it all Zeniro knew he would crush Li in close quarters. Zeniro couldn't help but notice Li rest his hand on the chair as he continued to speak...there was easily enough room to swing said chair. Zeniro shrugged the thought off. It would after all take more than a flimsy library chair to take him out.

"I wouldn't be cleaning anything up...this place has caretakers for that. As for thinking of others....sociopathic narcissists don't do that."

Zeniro paused as he looked towards Li, still puzzling over the reasons why they had chosen to speak out to Zeniro when all the rest simply cowered away. Then again, maybe the answer was in Li's history, he was after all a varronite. A student of a system that was renowned for it's violent students. Zeniro gave an unsettling smile, which to everyone else in the room would have come out of nowhere, Zeniro couldn't help thinking that if only Li knew the depths of his psychosis and the depraved acts he was willing to partake in when it came to violence. He was quite sure the hardened youth would have experienced nothing quite like it.

[Li]

(Li)
The chair would be flying towards Zeniro. At a high angle? No, low. No real fighter would be stupid enough to hand the stronger man a weapon. Then would I kick out the legs and send a table at him? That would be fun. Hmm...? I couldn't help but smile, while it may have been a reaction to Zeniro's own grin, I felt that itch like I did at Varron. The sheer knowledge of knowing that there was still a place to 'train' filled me with adrenaline. I wonder why? Why all of a sudden, would I get this urge? I'm normally not like this, but maybe it's how free Zeniro looked. The simple beating up of an arrogant student. Ah, the joys of letting loose. It makes the blood boil. Do I? Shall I? Or shall I keep my distance? Let him walk by? Too late really. I'm already half in, might as well take a plunge.

"Hah! I guess you're right. What better way to entertain a narcissist than to give him a mirror?" I'm not sure how my tone was. Was it mocking or more playful? He seemed calm, but he had that tension about him as if he was ready for a bit more. I wouldn't mind joining on the fun. Besides, making blind moves in chess and attempting to think on the spot bored me. There's no real strategy if you don't put yourself on the line. Real strategy comes war, from direct contact.

"But you know. Simply for another's sake, would you mind entertaining this student?"
I suddenly gripped the chair and spun it around my body with one hand, as I let it spin on one leg, I pulled my body back quickly and kicked the edge of the seat in such a way that the chair slid along the ground on two legs. Flimsy as it may be it was a hell of a good decoy. I then ran and launched off a table to my right. I flew as the legs of the table crumbled under the shock and aimed aerial sweep to the side of his head. Fists and brute strength would have me killed. I'd have to think up methods that would suit me. I already had the element of surprise, or not, but initiative was initiative. Well then fellow Varronite. Show me what you've got.

[Gilsin]

The crack of the table collapsing would coincide with the loud pound as the library's doors were thrown open harshly. The man behind the action would be known to all in the room except the very freshest in the school. Some would think him a psychopath perhaps similar to Zeniro, others thought him a man of order. Such thoughts were likely atleast partially right.

The initial attack against a football player was what had Drawn the Varronite Pillar to the library. Such information getting to pillars wasn't uncommon as weaklings wanted the bigger dogs taken care of before they got out of control. Unfortunately it seemed that student got to a pillar too late as things were certainly getting out of control.

Ein would grumble foully before shouting out, his deep voice resonating outwards from his throat and hopefully shocking the two combatants into a small hesitation. Though that was unlikely.

"Cease you actions and no disciplinary recourse will be taken against you. Continue at your own peril!"

The threat wasn't idle, even though Ein was alone, he knew that if the fight did become two on one he could take out the smaller one most like. Though his attention would have to be focused on Zeniro, after all if Stern employed him, he wasn't a weak one.

Ein's body would be tense and ready as he awaited the answer to his words, ready to lunge into the melee headlong. He hadn't been in a decent fight for too long and he almost wished they would continue.

There seemed little doubt that it would.

[Zeniro]

Zeniro's mind began to numb, it had the habit of doing this before it delved inward, before he unleashed the pent up fury that he seemed to be able to tap into at will. It wasn't his hatred for any individual, more his life and the world itself. Zeniro had an abundance of adrenaline surging rage within him. The conversation was starting to fall on death ears. His gaze rather than looking at Li seemed to be passing right through him. Zeniro was searching for an excuse to attack. His gaze carefully watching the hand on the chair. Any normal human would not expect to be attacked every waking hour of his life. Zeniro however was not normal, his mind constantly looked for acts he could percieve as dangerous. Even the most innocent gesture could be interpreted as a threat, as a result Zeniro would move in for the kill. Zeniro couldn't get the chair out of his head, it was getting to the point that he wanted to beat the object itself into pieces just for being something that could be used against him in some way.

Then it all started happening, something no one else would expect, apart from someone with chronic paranoia and the constant lust for blood. His teeth bared as the chair began it's dance around Li. Zeniro knew what was coming.

And so it did, the chair slid along precariously on two legs. And Zeniro did not move. Instead his right leg thrust forward the boot clad foot sliding along the floor to offer Zeniro's heavy frame a firm base. Zeniro's eyes left the chair uncaring as to how or when it hit him. He was more interested in the actions of Li as he sprang toward the table and then off it. The table in dramatic fassion collapsed under the sudden pressure offered by Li. This would take a little force out of his assault as the table collapsed under the pressure Li would find himself with less of a sturdy base to push off of. Somewhere behind Zeniro he heard a loud thud. Zeniro's midn was set on one thing however, and that was Li...he heard nothing more as Li's airborne body came toward him. Zeniro's eyes glimmered with a deep malice as he leant his tensed his powerful body and turned slightly toward Li, his left arm and right arms had already been lifted into his defence, his left and right palms would meet the leg as it came in. First the left hand would grip mercilessly at the ankle, pulling to the left to alter the trajectory of Li and the kick itself. Turning with this motion he would allow his left leg to drag backward along the floor, his right foot being used as his centre. During this motion his right hand would slam into Li's knee, pulling with his left and pushing with his right hand Zeniro would add force to Li's movement while placing the leg under massive stress due to the combination of forces. To add to it all Zeniro's powerful hands would grip mercilessly, his sharpened black nails digging harshly into the flesh of the leg. Once he had turned so he could almost see the door Zeniro would release Li, sending him flying toward the wall just to the side of the door that Gilsin had entered. Upon release Zeniro's body would be forced to take a few steps backward due to the momentum of the move he just pulled off. It was fortunate for Zeniro that Li was considerably smaller and lighter than he was. Otherwise he would have had to put a lot more effort into such a counter attack. Once his stance had settled Zeniro would notice a tall and rather disgruntled looking Pillar. Zeniro's dark eyes would flicker from Ein to Li. This Pillar was a varronite, as was Li.

If Li was able would they band together? Zeniro cared not. He rolled his powerful shoulders and adjusted his gloved hands. His sharp canine teeth revealed as he gave something resembling a smile. Perhaps the Pillar had been the cause of the loud bang, if it was him he would have entered to see Li just about to go airborn, and then witnessed Zeniro acting in deffense...allbeit a rather agressive deffensive action.

"Ein....you're a pillar....have you come to quell the violence? or escalate it?"

[Li]

(Li)
They all do the same thing. Pity, I expected more from this guy. Time after time, fight after fight, I always started off with this move and I always, ALWAYS received the same reaction. Though, I guess this time, it was slightly different. There was a pain that I didn't really feel before. The digging of one's nails... While I had to admit, it was new compared to me being thrown around thanks to inertia, it didn't really bother me. Yes, his nails are sharp. Yes, he just ruined one of my favorite pair of pants. No, it didn't really hurt. Really. There was only so much one could do.

As if by nature. I had already begun turning in the air. With my back facing towards the wall, I had to turn my head slightly to measure the distance rapidly shrinking. I aligned my feet so they would be parallel to to the wall. As the soles slammed against the wall, I crouched as the rest of my body moved due to inertia. Pushing towards the floor, it gave me a brief pause which allowed me to shoot a glance back at that guy. Our, mine and Zerreth's, cold stare. That one with the head slightly lowered so that the eyes had to move up to keep the same level of vision. As a result, it appeared to others, not as if we were angry, but rather it emitted our killing aura. While it would make unexperienced fighters shudder, my purpose of using it was simply to say to that guy that I was going to be serious. I already knew that my cold Varron eyes would be able to match his own.

As my grip on the wall slipped, I pushed off slightly to land while rolling and avoid any damage I would have taken had I had my hands out. As I stood up, I could already hear the whispers. Some were just babble but others made me laugh. "Varronites really are on a whole different level." "They both scare me, whoever they are." "I still can't believe our school let these psychos in." I brushed myself off and looked at exactly how much had been done to my legs. I was well aware that a follow-up wasn't coming. When I landed on the wall, I noticed another familiar face by my side. Ein. I knew him from Varron, somewhat. I remember a time where it was more than a simple hello on the streets, but that was probably too long ago. Even to me the recollection was fuzzy.

"Your eyes say something different than what your mouth yells. I can see your itch for a fight, Mr. Pillar." I said to him keeping my eyes on the guy who threw me. I could feel the tension around Ein. Or more of, I could observe the subtle changes that one did to their bodies that made them prepare for fighting and in turn gave me a "sense" of their readiness. Two heavyweights and a twig. Pretty bad odds no matter how you see it really. A deathmatch would most likely result in suicide, which left me the option of having to pair up. The only issue was I wasn't good with anyone except Zerreth. Ein had attempted to stop the fight too early for me to start reading that guy's movements. Decisions. Decisions...

[Gilsin]

Ein's eyes took in the pair as their responses traveled quickly through the air to his ears. He could see through and half expected the words from Zeniro. The man was on a different mental plane than Ein, not higher or lower per say, but excessively different. Already he would be seeing perceived threats, and was capable of putting down such threats.

The other was more difficult, Ein knew who Li was. He had a vague idea of the boy as being one of the "good" ones. Which made this fight all the more confusing, as well as his words. Had his mind shifted and perhaps even been swayed by the other in the room? The mind had no clue, and that thought was disheartening.

"Preperation and action are two different things.... Just as Mason's man is fully ready to strike and has not yet done so, I will not take any action. That is assuming your fight is at an end."

Ein had to wait now, The situation was volatile. Not only because of the two Varronites, but the Pillar as well. Ein knew better than to deny Li's words, they were true. He was simply in the mind to restrain his want to fight.

[Zeniro]

Zeniro watched as Li cushioned the impact of the wall with a rather acrobatic feet. Small and agile, Zeniro noted this carefully. Varronites were indeed adept fighters and Zeniro knew that if he had the opportunity again he would either throw them at a less stable object than a wall, or he would simply maintain his grip and slam them into the floor. As these thoughts travelled idly through his mind he found himself smiling at the thought of smashing Li into the floor, imagining the feel of their body going limp in his hand as their bones shattered. Blinking a few times he looked from Li to Ein. Zeniro noticed Li didn't use Ein's name...they were not on a first name basis, nor did they converse like allies or friends. Zeniro knew if he was more like Stern he may have been able to talk Ein around, maybe receiving him as an ally in the destruction of Li. His eyes narrowed, realisation setting in...Ein came in too fast to be here to stop the fight between Li and himself. He was here for Zeniro, if it came down to it he would no doubt accept Li as an ally and then Zeniro would be faced with two opponents, despite the knowledge that the two men across from him were indeed better fighters than most ordinary students Zeniro was unphased...he was often out numbered in his fights.


Allowing Ein's words to sink in Zeniro looked from Ein to Li, his tone of voice eerily calm and laced with a venom that revealed the instability in Zeniro's mind. This meant that the words he spoke could not be misinterpreted, they could only be taken seriously.

"Our fight is far from over...even if it ends here....it is not over."

Having spoken these words Zeniro waited, his body poised on a knifes edge. Half expecting Li and Ein to join and fight against him. If this was indeed the action that was taken then Zeniro would do what any wild animal would do when it was outnumbered and with no escape. He would fight brutally, and with disregard for his own or anyone elses safety or physical well being. Something deep inside Zeniro, the part of him that was unstable and was constantly threatening to tear itself free and go on a rampage was waiting impatiently for the two to attack...it looked forward to the pain that would undoubtedly come and the damage he would undoubtedly cause. As a reaction to this Zeniro's predatory gaze began searching the two people he saw as his prospective opponents...Ein was tall, powerfully built...the type of person Zeniro enjoyed fighting the most. Fights with these types were always brutal and bloody. Then their was Li, faster more agile, frustrating to get a hold of, but when he got hold of these fighters it was never long until the end.

[Li]

(Li)
Considering the current predicament, I realized just how much of a disadvantage I had. With no one to synchronize myself with, I couldn't do much in a battle with two heavyweights. Had we had more room, I would be more comfortable, but this wasn't going my way at all. I had no sliver of a chance, not even any surprise elements. I shrugged and sighed heavily, hoping to relax the tension around me as well as relax any hostile aura I may be emitting.

"It seems, that I'm beat, and I'm pretty sure I couldn't take on both, so I'm just gonna play the good student and back off, I guess." It was then that his name came to me.
"Zeniro, let's fight again eh? Maybe next time we won't have any interruptions." I wasn't going to take any unnecessary damage. I would've gladly fought in what would be a deathmatch, but that would've required effort. A lot of it, so much that I first needed the will to fight to pull that off. Ein would have some thought of the other students in the back of his mind, but Zeniro... I had heard of him before, and I knew from rumors that he wouldn't hold back at all. Not only would the fighters be injured, but those around them as well assuming they were stupid enough to stay around a fight. What a dangerous beast I decided to pick a fight on. No matter, I'll probably be ready for him next time.

[Gilsin]

"For your purposes it is, Zeniro. I'd imagine it poor if you happened to be needed and unavailable to someone."

Ein's eyes would give easily to the obviousness of his words. He meant Stern most clearly and he knew it was perhaps one of the very few ways he could possibly slow the similar sized man down. It wouldn't keep him from Violence, Zeniro's mind was too attuned to it, but it could delay it perhaps.

Or it'd hasten it.

Reguardless, Ein's gamble could have atleast a somewhat beneficial outcome reguardless. At the worst he could delay the fight for a good while and at best, Ein might be able to keep Stern's cats paw out of his massive walk out demonstration. How much such a thing would matter he didn't know, but making Stern feel alittle more naked could possibly be a good thing.